"He's here..."
With a voice full of complexity, the long-held silence in room 301 was broken.
Everyone gathered around the computer screen, watching Xiao Feng stride into the hotel, feeling speechless.
Deep down, no one wanted to see Xiao Feng on the screen, but reality was cruel, Xiao Feng not only appeared, but with a "can't wait" demeanor.
Wang Lubo couldn't help but roar inwardly: Feng bro, oh Feng bro, couldn't you at least act a bit reserved, even though your wife is so beautiful, can't she satisfy you?
Or is it that, after all, the flowers at home aren't as fragrant as the wild ones, and facing even the prettiest woman might eventually become dull?
If Xiao Feng knew what Wang Lubo was thinking right now, he probably wouldn't need to return to Kyoto anymore and might just die as a guest in Jiangcheng, forever staying on this land...
At this moment, Xiao Feng, rushing frantically upstairs, had a feeling something was off, as if someone was secretly watching him.
