Li Huai took Ding Cuihua to a nearby hotel.
At the entrance of the hotel, an old man suddenly bumped into him, who quickly made his exit without uttering a word.
Li Huai first wore an expression of disgust, but then smiled proudly. He intended to switch hotels, but Ding Cuihua insisted on staying here, so Li Huai had no choice but to lead her inside.
Across the road opposite the hotel, stood the old man who had just collided with Li Huai. With a flick of his wrist, his leather jacket flew off and was replaced with a plain cottony robe. Following that, he took off his hat. Isn't...isn't this the Evil God?
"Stinky brat, someone helped you settle your meal bill, don't expect someone to pay for your hotel too!" The Evil God narrowed his eyes, a mischievous grin adorning his face as he observed the resplendent lobby of the hotel across him.
