She then looked at Zuo Yan's room.
"Hu hu hu". After closing the door, Zuo Yan heaved a long sigh of relief and muttered,"we've been flying and flying all day ... We can finally rest for a while ..."
As he spoke, his right shoulder slanted consciously, causing the sports bag on his shoulder to slide to the ground.
At the same time, Victor had just crawled out from the sports bag. He used his usual venomous tone to pour cold water on Zuo Yan."But I don't think you'll be able to rest for long."
"Ha?" Zuo Yan's butt had just touched the bed when he heard this. Naturally, his expression changed."Why?"
"Do you still remember the guy we met at the elevator door?" Instead of answering his question directly, Victor threw a question back at him.
"You mean ... Brother Jue?" Zuo Yan continued.
