Déjà vu

"Then I'll join you to fight tonight, Master," Zhou Yingxue said confidently. "I'll catch up on some sleep first so I don't embarrass you later."

When Ren Xiaosu heard the word "fight," he suddenly felt that he was like some hooligan on the streets picking a fight with someone else.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of Zhou Yingxue's room next door. Zhou Yingxue stood up curiously and went out to check. "Who would be knocking on my door at this time? We just checked in, and it shouldn't be time for housekeeping yet, right?"

With that, Zhou Yingxue opened the door and saw a group of people outside who immediately rushed into Ren Xiaosu's room under the lead of a middle-aged man when they saw her.