In Room 1888 of the Hilton Hotel, Yu Lingqian's face had turned as black as coal.
He leaned against the bedroom doorjamb, his eyebrows knitted into a "川" shape, glancing at his wristwatch from time to time.
"Thud thud thud," after a series of hurried footsteps, Shen Muchen rushed over with a medical kit.
He skidded to a stop in front of Yu Lingqian, looking him up and down before asking anxiously, "Boss, has the wound split open again?"
"It's not me!" After dropping that cold remark, he turned and walked towards the master bedroom.
"Not you? Then who is it..." Shen Muchen followed him, and upon seeing the woman lying on the bed, he stopped talking and his mouth formed an "O" shape.
Disbelieving, he rubbed his eyes, which were now so wide they could fit an egg.
He wasn't blind nor mistaken—there indeed was a woman lying on the boss' bed.
It seemed, it seemed to be the Little White Rabbit they had saved last night.
