Mo Shanshan and Jiji opened their eyes, exchanging knowing smiles and smoothing their hair at their foreheads.
For the two of them, establishing a connection with Master Lin was the most important and joyful event.
"Wow, it's my first time staying in a presidential suite like this."
In the neighboring room, Zuo Liu was rubbing red flower oil on his arm, his eyes ringed with dark circles, clearly from staying up all night.
"Tsk tsk, it's terrifying, how fierce girls are these days," murmured Zuo Liu while massaging his sore arm.
Last night, under Lin Hai's orders, he entered Mo Shanshan and Jiji's room, conveniently turned off the lights, and silently used toilet plungers... wasting most of the night.
"Damn, once my arm feels better, I'm definitely going to sort those two girls out personally."
After saying that, Zuo Liu drank a Red Bull, shook his sore arm, and collapsed onto the bed to rest.
