Very quickly, the waiter checked Mo Ruyue in again. The new room was just as he had said before. It could indeed be said to be the highest standard of treatment.
Just imagine, in a small city that was even worse than a small town, there was a seven-star hotel in Dubai, and she was staying in the presidential suite of the hotel. It was almost like this.
After Mo Ruyue had changed rooms, she had only looked around a little and found at least five secret holes that could monitor her every move.
Sure enough, it was a weasel paying a new year's visit to a chicken. He didn't have good intentions. However, this would make her plan more successful.
"Young Master, please wait for a moment. Breakfast will be served immediately."
The shop assistant saw a satisfied smile on Mo Ruyue's face and immediately began the second step.
"Alright, thank you for your trouble, Little Brother."
