Brother Xia and Xiao Wu, they had their own story.
But Tang Feng had already dashed off to the next battlefield with an excited heart.
A splendid hotel.
Outside a luxurious suite on the seventh floor, pushing open the ajar door, Tang Feng saw Zhao Qiongrui.
"Bro, you finally made it!"
Anxious and pacing back and forth, Zhao Qiongrui ran up to him and pulled Tang Feng into the room.
His foot kicked the door shut.
His urgency, to the unknowing onlooker, might be mistaken for the passionate story between two men.
"I pulled some strings to score this suite."
Tang Feng surveyed the suite.
A large living room.
The living room was furnished with rosewood furniture, imposing indeed, but irrelevant to what he was about to do, right?
As Tang Feng wondered, Zhao Qiongrui led him into the inner bedroom.
Seeing this bedroom, Tang Feng was taken aback for a moment.
The bedroom was split in half.
On the left side, there was a big round bed with pink gauze draping down.