章 1787: Her Room Was Worse Than a Kennel

Qiao Mianmian was naturally very satisfied with this room.

What surprised her the most was the washroom.

Although it was small, it was still an independent washroom.

This was very rare in a village.

Compared to Qiao Mianmian's surprise, Song Ke's and Little Xiao's rooms were average.

Their room wasn't even as good as Zhan Bo's.

There was only a bed and a cabinet, nothing else.

Song Ke lost her temper. "What kind of lousy house is this? Is this a place for people to live?"

Song Ke's sugar daddy bought her a villa, a luxury car, and arranged for many servants to take care of her. Song Ke had never suffered much in the entertainment industry.

In her eyes, her room was worse than a kennel.

They wanted her to stay here for the next month?

Song Ke found it unbearable.

She threw her luggage aside and stormed out of the room.