403, Xiaobai: Idiot!

"Room number 2209?" Mo Weiyi finished reading the message, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.

As if realizing something, Chu Xiuhuang also looked up.

Xiao Yebai was standing at the end of the corridor. His coat was in Zhong Kai's hands, and he was wearing a meticulous, well-fitted black suit. His glasses gave him a cold and refined look, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line.

"Xiaobai." Mo Weiyi hurried over.

A provocative smile spread on Chu Xiuhuang's thin lips.

Seeing the evident hostility in the man's eyes, he laughed and shouted, "Little Princess, if your husband ever gets hooked on another lady, remember to kick him over to me!"

Mo Weiyi: "..."

Goddamn!

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to give him a fierce glare.

Xiao Yebai, on the other hand, remained expressionless, with a fleeting hint of a dark emotion in his eyes.

Chu Xiuhuang laughed heartily as he left.