There's a fresh market near the hotel.
After the people from Bai Cheng brought her luggage and books, Su Xiaoli quickly tidied up and hurried downstairs to the nearby fresh market.
Qin Zimo was right.
While buying vegetables at the fresh market, Su Xiaoli indeed saw the people Bai Cheng sent to protect her catching a few individuals and taking them away.
She was shocked and frightened and, after hastily buying a chicken and some greens, rushed back to the hotel.
The arrangement of condiments in the hotel kitchen was exactly the same as when she left last time.
It was clear that after she left, no one had come to cook for Qin Zimo anymore.
Su Xiaoli was somewhat surprised.
"Qin Zimo doesn't eat here?"
Bai Cheng nodded, "The second young master is often too busy with business affairs and frequently misses meal times; he usually only eats twice a day."
"Most of the time, it's either takeout or something casual."
