By the time Jiang Chen returned to the Peninsula Hotel, it was already two in the morning.
Fortunately, he had already showered, so he could just go straight to bed.
Although the affair was caught without incident, the psychological stress still left him quite exhausted.
He went upstairs and arrived at the door of his room.
"Beep."
The door opened in response.
At this hour, with the Taoist nun sister's routine, she must be already asleep. The suite was silent and dark.
Jiang Chen was about to turn on the light when suddenly, he sensed something was wrong.
Why did it look like there was someone on the sofa?
Looking closely, it wasn't an illusion.
In the darkness, there was indeed a shadow unmoving, leaning on the sofa.
Boss Jiang was not a cowardly person, but he couldn't help the anxiety after coming back from drinking at a haunted house.
"Clap."
He pressed the switch, and the darkness was instantly swept away by brilliant light.
