"Wishing you a delightful evening!" she said with a mischievous smile to Qianxue on the bed, before sashaying out.
"Wait, Yan Qing!" the figure huddled in the bed corner suddenly called out at that moment, "Yan Qing, can you help me get another room? Even the hotel next door would do."
Yan Qing turned around in surprise, first glanced at Leng Chenxuan's once handsome face now turned ashen, then smirked, "Qianxue, do you want Chenxuan to spend the night alone? He just had quite the workout. He could really use a massage."
Qianxue jumped out of bed and walked toward the door: "That's not my problem, please help me get another room. I just called the front desk, and they said there are no more rooms available..."
With no other acquaintances around, she had no choice but to ask this Yan Qing. Once she found another room, let him and this woman do whatever they pleased; out of sight, out of mind for her.
