Her uncle's words didn't sink in; she just wandered as if walking in the clouds, cheeks burning with heat, unaware of how many floors they had ascended. It wasn't until she stood in front of room 1806 of the hotel that she realized her uncle had brought her to see Huai'an.
"…" She cleared her throat, her mind fuzzy as she leaned against the wall, her body gradually growing hotter. She tried hard to think of Huai'an's face; since it was this way, she might as well see him.
Yin Chuyong cast a restless glance at her, pressed the doorbell, his old face scanning left and right, a thread of nervousness visible. At this moment, he was calculating how to play his cards right, after all, he was engaged in something shady.
A minute later, the door opened. There stood Leng Chenxuan, bare-chested and about to take a cold shower, who burst into a tirade, "Damn it, what do you want now?"
