Unexpectedly, Gu Jin called him today, a call he had been waiting for a long time.
Thinking about what he was going to do next, Qiu Qianghai rubbed his face and turned to leave.
...
Room 608.
After hanging up the phone, Gu Jin recalled what Qiu Qianghai had said earlier, his hotel?
Could it be that Haijiang Hotel belonged to Qiu Qianghai?
Without much time to think, she estimated the timing and slipped into the space.
Gu Jin found a wild ginseng in the space, not too big or small and with intact roots, among the many wild ginsengs, and returned to the room.
She placed the ginseng on the table just as someone knocked on the door.
She walked to the door and opened it, unsurprised to see Qiu Qianghai standing outside.
However, when she saw him, Gu Jin was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
If the first time she saw Qiu Qianghai he appeared to be an ambitious elite in his thirties, now he looked like a young man in his twenties.
