Di Xiaxia sat on the bed with a stupefied face, completely unable to process the situation.
After a long pause, she suddenly stood up, her face blushing as she called out, "Brother, what do they mean?"
Di Mingzhe put down his work and looked at her.
Her little face was flushed, her black hair in a mess and she stood in one of her white shirts next to the bed, seemingly puzzled.
"There's only one room here." Di Mingzhe put aside the documents in his hands and rose to his feet.
His towering figure carried an imposing aura that demanded respect.
Even a simple white shirt and black pants seemed extraordinary on him, making Di Xiaxia involuntarily take a step back.
Her mind was still a little foggy. It wasn't until Di Mingzhe came up to her that she managed to react.
She wasn't short, nearly 1.7 meters, yet even so, she only reached the tip of Di Mingzhe's chin.
