After two hours of frantic work, Tang Luo only felt refreshed and comfortably relaxed.
On the way, he whistled and drove the car at breakneck speed.
"Isn't it said that when you drive at twenty miles per hour, you feel like you have A cups; at forty miles per hour, you feel like B cups; at sixty miles per hour, you feel like C cups... uhm, Yang Xin's chest must be at a hundred and twenty miles by that standard?"
Tang Luo muttered, pressing the accelerator down, and the speed of the car reached one hundred and twenty.
"Yes, that's the feeling of filling the entire palm..."
About half an hour later, he returned to the hotel.
"Mr. Tang."
The receptionist smiled and greeted Tang Luo upon seeing him.
"Mhm."
Tang Luo smiled and nodded in response.
"By the way, my wife didn't come back to ask about the room, did she?"
"No, she may have... given up already."
The receptionist chuckled lightly and winked.
"Hehe, I owe you one for helping me out with that."
