Outside the hotel, He Tingxiao sat in the car smoking a cigarette.
Not long after, Xiao Wu, who had gone to inquire about Xiao Zijin's situation, walked out.
Standing respectfully by the car, he reported, "Master, the waiter knocked on the door, and Miss Rourou ordered room service."
"Hmm."
He Tingxiao responded indifferently, extinguishing the cigarette in his hand.
Nineteen years old—what does she know?
It was, indeed, just a fleeting interest.
"Drive."
Leaving Xiao Wu to keep watch at the hotel, He Tingxiao sent Xiao Zijin back to the He Mansion.
He Tingxiao left in the car.
In the hotel suite, Xiao Zijin sat cross-legged on the floor in a hotel bathrobe.
A variety of freshly delivered dishes were spread across the coffee table in front of her.
Her eyes red, she mumbled to herself, "There's no bad mood that a fragrant pork knuckle can't fix!"
"And if one can't fix it, then two will!"