The day before yesterday, the punk and Ding Linna returned to the hotel. The manipulative bitch found an excuse to come up for a bit before leaving and memorized the room number.
Pressing her ear against the door for a while, she only heard the TV sound inside, which finally put Cheng Xinyi at ease.
She slightly adjusted her skirt's collar, making her cleavage even more striking, then pressed the doorbell.
"Ding dong, ding dong…"
After a moment, a voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Xinyi!"
The door opened, revealing the punk's somewhat surprised face.
"Surprise?"
Cheng Xinyi put on a smile.
"Why are you here?"
Su Zelin asked.
"Hehe, you're leaving tomorrow, right? As a host and friend, I had to do something, so I bought you some Rizhao specialties!"
The green tea girl lifted a bag she was holding as she spoke.
Of course, this was just a respectable excuse.
