Hotel.
After getting out of the car, Yu Zexiao maintained his proud demeanor, walking ahead of everyone alone until they reached the door of the room; that's when he stood to the side with arms crossed—because he didn't carry a room key, disdaining the one touched by countless others as dirty.
He was not very happy. Although he had confirmed that Jian Anning was not a bad person, the thought of her pushing him towards Jiang Xuanqi still did not sit well with him.
—Of course, while he dwelled on this matter, he had completely forgotten that Jiang Xuanqi had shivered from his close presence; if it were not for Jian Anning's considerable combat capabilities, he might have been pitifully cornered to death by Jiang Xuanqi by now.
However, his mood at this moment was indeed not very good. The main reason was that he had caught a cold.
