Rong Wei, with an inexplicable mood, carried two bags of clothes to the 18th floor.
He knocked on the door and saw Mr. Tang's husband coming to open it.
So he said to him, "Sir, these are the clothes Mrs. Tang asked me to pick for you, all dry-cleaned."
Huangfu Zheng nodded at him and then took the clothes from Rong Wei's hands.
"Sir, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Rong Wei felt quite pressured facing Mr. Tang's husband.
"Hmm. Go ahead!" Huangfu Zheng closed the door, then removed the towel from his body, took the clothes out of the bags, and got dressed from head to toe.
He was quite pleased; his wife had thought of everything, leaving nothing to chance.
Checking the time on his wrist, he decided to go out for a walk.
Actually, this trip to the United States was not just for leisure; he had things to do while visiting his wife.
As he left the room, he grabbed his room key and made a call as he walked.
