Rong Zi Chen lifted his gaze toward the sound of a closing door, his eyes filled with warmth.
"Let's go."
"Where to?" Lu Tian Tian looked up and asked.
Rong Zi Chen blinked: "To see the commotion."
...
In another guest room, Yue Xuan, holding a pillow, thrashed around haphazardly. Her face was contorted with rage and her disheveled hair made her look demonic.
"Ring ring."
"Who is it?" Yue Xuan asked suspiciously.
"A waiter."
Yue Xuan threw down the pillow, tidied herself up slightly, and then opened the door.
"Miss, hello."
The waiter came in carrying tea and fruit, looking humble and respectful.
Yue Xuan sat on the sofa pompously, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.
The waiter tidied up a bit and then quietly left.
After a while, there was another knock at the door.
"Come in," Yue Xuan said impatiently.
As Lin Mengyao opened the door, she sneaked a look at the quiet corridor outside and then locked the door when she saw no one around.