"Drunkards always claim they're not drunk..."
Zhu Zhu originally didn't feel at ease about her. Just as she thought to follow her inside, her phone rang. With her hands full, she decided to give up on the idea. "Then I'll be going first. Remember to take a shower instead of a bath. I'm afraid you might drown in there."
"I know, I know, you're just like an old mother..."
As soon as the door closed, the smile on Chi Huan's face vanished.
She leaned against the door to rest for a dozen seconds before she straightened up, turned around, and took a glance at her room for the night—
It was so luxurious.
The space was unreasonably large, the style cold and elitist business, luxury in every low-key detail.
Even with her spendthrift ways of the past two years, she was impressed at first sight.
Since when did Tang Yuezhe become so generous? This must be the most expensive suite in Lancheng... and he actually spared no expense.