Mo Huasong knew Liu Lanxi was from Earth, going to the Cultivation Realm, and would enroll in the Arts Department at Zhanhai Art Academy next semester.
"Lanxi, in this life, I will love you properly. I won't let you suffer a bit." Mo Huasong secretly clenched his fists.
It wasn't far from Zhanhai Art Academy to the Dynasty Hotel. After a while, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the hotel.
Lin Zhiwei was standing at the entrance, looking anxiously around.
He had just received a message from Mo Huasong saying that he wanted a private room for lunch.
As soon as Lin Zhiwei saw the message, without a second thought, he abandoned his attractive lover, who was undressing in bed, put on his clothes and ran out to wait.
But he had been waiting for a long time and Mo Huasong hadn't driven over yet.
When Lin Zhiwei saw the taxi in front of him blocking his view, he said irritably to the driver, "Can you move along please? Don't park here."
