Daddy, You're in the Wrong Room

A table on the computer that recorded the suggestions of netizens regarding the construction of underwater hotels. Someone gave a specific formula.

It looked like William was really interested in this project.

Perhaps everyone had their preferences, making money was not the only one. Money was a virtual number, he had lost interest in it.

William did not move. Jane sat on the sofa and accompanied him.

An hour later, Jane was so sleepy that she yawned.

The sound of a car horn could be heard from outside.

"Andrew, you little bastard, are you coming out by yourself or should I go in and catch you?"

The angry roar of the old man of the Floyds could be heard clearly in the night.

"Is it you?"

Andrew's body became stiff, his face revealing a sense of fear. Damn it, the old man came to find him! He looked at Jane clearly suspecting that she had tipped off the old man.

The couple did this before, and he didn't believe either of them.

"It's not me."