Returning to the room, Wei Anning's phone rang. It was Gong Ting calling, "Ning'er, I've booked a presidential suite at the seven-star hotel next to your hotel. I'll have my assistant send the room card to you later. You should move there."
Wei Anning looked at the empty business suite. Both her and Leng Youchen's suitcases were still placed in the corner of the room. She remembered the awkwardness from last night to this morning, and indeed, she should find a room and move out.
Logic told her to do so, but emotionally, she was more inclined to stay together.
Living together, she could understand him better.
"I know." Wei Anning hung up the phone and dragged her fatigued body to the bed to sit down, staring blankly at Leng Youchen's suitcase.
After a while, she stood up and walked to the suitcase. The black suitcase was like a huge black hole, tempting her to explore.
She craned her neck to look at the door. Wouldn't Leng Youchen most likely not return at this time?
