Tan Biyang had just left when Xiao Qing opened her eyes, which were clear and sharp. Where was there even a hint of grogginess of having just woken up from unconsciousness?
Xiao Qing slowly sat up and looked around, finally resting her gaze on the men's shirt at the end of the bed.
She was aware of everything that had happened in the corridor earlier. Tan Biyang had her sit against the door, and just by slightly turning her head, she could hear the sounds of a man and woman getting it on.
She thought Tan Biyang would be at a loss for how to deal with her, but it didn't take long before Tan Biyang picked her up again and, after walking a short distance, laid her down on a bed.
Now, seeing the man's shirt, she had a cold smile on her lips. She had thought she would be let off easily, but she was probably just dumped in some man's room carelessly.
That afternoon, Chestnut had briefed her on the arrangement for the banquet, so naturally, she knew about the allocation of rooms.
