Qin Jingzhi stood at the doorway, his handsome face seeming both angry and worried.
"How... How did you come here?" Ren Chuqing took a while before she finally found her voice and asked.
"Do you think I would feel at ease with you traveling alone, given your current health condition?" he retorted.
She was taken aback and then said, "I told Mianmian that I would call her every day, inform her of my whereabouts, and assure her of my safety..." Her voice suddenly paused, and she muttered, "Did Mianmian tell you I was here?"
She had only told Mianmian the hotel she was staying at.
"Yes," Qin Jingzhi admitted directly. Then he walked into the room, surveyed the setting for a moment, and his gaze fell on her, clad in a bathrobe with damp hair still on her head.
"Were you just taking a shower?" he asked.
"Mmhmm," she replied. "I was about to dry my hair when you arrived."
He noticed the hair dryer on the coffee table and walked over to pick it up. "Let me do it for you."
