Suddenly, his stomach growled even more, driven by hunger pangs.
Huo Qi gritted his teeth.
Only to feel how useless he was.
But he couldn't blame himself; hunger is unbearable when you skip a meal.
The hotel is a suite; cooking a little should be no big deal, but he figured the fridge was empty, so the professor probably ordered room service.
And room service could only be contacted via the phone in the living room; he made a mistake—not occupying the living room.
Huo Qi wrestled with his thoughts for a while, even buried his head in the covers sulking, but his stubborn stomach forced him to get up. After pacing back and forth twice, he took a deep breath and walked to the door, turned the knob, and went out.
As soon as he stepped out, sure enough, he saw the elegant dining table in the open kitchen adorned with an array of exquisite dishes. Beside it was a trolley.
