A certain hotel!
Presidential Suite!
After a night of deep sleep, Fang Xiaocao had largely recovered, although her complexion was still pale, the stabbing pain in her brain had disappeared.
She stretched lazily and climbed out of bed.
After taking a hot shower, she changed into clean clothes from her bag and walked out of the inner room.
Tom was resting on the couch.
He knew that many people wanted to kill Fang Xiaocao.
Tom had moved the couch in front of Fang Xiaocao's door.
He had guarded her throughout the night on the couch.
Sensing the door opening, Tom rolled off the couch and stood up, "Princess Your Highness, are you feeling better?"
"Much better, thank you for your trouble."
Fang Xiaocao said with a smile.
"Princess Your Highness, where are we going?"
Tom asked quietly.
Looking at the unshaven Tom, a good-looking guy almost turning into a "rough man", Fang Xiaocao laughed and said, "Go freshen up, we'll leave the hotel first."
Tom nodded, "Alright!"