Stop Jabbering, Rongzhi!

Qin Guan and John walked to John’s dormitory together. Susanna and Cong Nianwei followed them, chatting and laughing. They would change clothes in John’s dormitory.

To be honest, dormitories at Columbia had impressed Qin Guan with their dirty, disorderly state. They were way worse than Qin Guan’s previous dormitory.

However, since he had told John that he would be visiting several days ago, John should have had enough time to clean his room.

Reality blew him away though. When the door opened, a stinky smell surged out. Only the smell of fermented bean curd and durian could be compared to that stench.

Qin Guan gestured at Cong Nianwei and slowly stepped into the room.

It was a small room of about eight square meters. Garbage was piled on the two beds, leaving no space for the guests. Plastic bags, waste paper and red underwear were lying miserably on the floor.

Qin Guan coughed. "It’s a little messy."

A little? That was a euphemism.