The next morning.
After getting up, Jiang Chen ate lunch by himself in the room.
Seeing that Bai Haoran hadn't stirred at all, he couldn't help but find it a bit strange.
After eating, he went downstairs, and pressed the doorbell at Bai Haoran's room door.
The business of the MGM Hotel was really booming. When they booked the rooms yesterday, there were no adjacent rooms available, so they had booked two rooms, one above the other.
"Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong..."
It took quite a while before the door finally opened.
"Mr. Jiang."
In the middle of the day, Bai Haoran looked visibly tired, and his shirt buttons weren't fastened properly, as though he had hurriedly thrown on his clothes.
"Just woke up?"
Jiang Chen entered the room and immediately smelled a strong scent of perfume.
The fragrance was complex, as if several perfumes had been mixed together.
Glancing around the room, he saw throw pillows from the sofa scattered on the floor.
