This is a guesthouse owned by a company, and Ji Yang recently discovered it to be a place where the registration system isn't very strict.
"A room, please." Ji Yang said to a middle-aged man.
The man, who was the contractor of the guesthouse, glanced at Jiang Haiqiu and then at the made-up Ji Yang but didn't say much and directly said, "One hundred."
Ji Yang handed over one hundred yuan.
The man quickly handed over a room card, saying, "201."
Ji Yang thought, as expected, the man wouldn't ask for an ID or anything. No one has ever come to check here.
When supporting Jiang Haiqiu into the room, the place was surprisingly clean and tidy.
At this moment, Jiang Haiqiu had already succumbed; under the influence of the drug, she clung tightly to Ji Yang, rubbing her body against his.
When throwing Jiang Haiqiu onto the bed, Ji Yang looked at her. He couldn't deny that this woman had a unique charm, a truly exceptional lady, no wonder Gao Huaiming wanted to marry her.
