"Alright," Xue Beilei replied in a low voice and buried her face deeper into Huo Qihan's arms.
Huo Qihan thought that she was touched by his promise and did not think much of it.
The two of them stayed in this dark and damp little room for three days. These three days were torture for Huo Qihan.
Not only did the place he lived in smell moldy, but the nutrient shakes that were sent over were also the cheapest and inferior types. When he drank them, they smelled stale.
Huo Qihan was a real hedonist. His daily three meals were either cooked by the family's private chef or sent to the company by the chef of a high-class restaurant.
He rarely touched things like nutrient shakes. Even if he had to, he would definitely choose the most expensive one.
Because of this, Huo Qihan almost exploded on the spot and got into a conflict with the hotel owner. In the end, Xue Beilei tried his best to persuade him.
