Zhao Mengmeng's room was not faced by any other buildings, so naturally, there was nothing to capture.
Before long, the hotel staff knocked on Pei Chenyang's door, looking for Zhao Mengmeng.
As for why the explosion occurred, they were just as puzzled. They refunded the room fee to Zhao Mengmeng and said that the matter was still under investigation, showering her with apologies.
It was most likely going to be brushed off, Zhao Mengmeng fumed with anger.
It was within Pei Chenyang's expectations, visible that Qu Xiaoxiao had made meticulous arrangements for this matter.
Pei Chenyang sent the people away, came back, and saw Zhao Mengmeng curled up in the room, her little face sullen, listless.
At this moment, she was a bit traumatized and even started to suspect whether Pei Chenyang's room was also compromised.
"It's already midnight, why aren't you sleeping?" he asked Zhao Mengmeng indifferently.
"Can't sleep." Holding the blanket, she glanced at him, then at herself.
