He couldn't stand sitting on a plane or high-speed train, waiting for hours.
Only by driving himself, reaching top speed, could he feel alive in this world.
Just as Hou Muyan was about to give a beating to the Fisherman Hotel's doorman, Jinli came over.
Lu Xiaoyou still had over an hour before wrapping up, so Jinli, who was going to help out at the set, handed the presidential suite's room card to Hou Muyan.
Jinli thought Hou Muyan would wait on the suite's living room sofa for Lu Xiaoyou's return.
However, once the man swiped the card and entered, he headed straight for the bedroom.
Hou Muyan had his hands stuck in his pants.
He was here to offer warmth, and by "offering warmth," it meant warming Lu Xiaoyou's bed.
The bedroom lights were off, the floor-to-ceiling windows were curtained, and since no one had stayed here for days, the room exuded a cold aura.
When the owner came back from work and lay in this cold bed, it must feel very uncomfortable.
