After drinking two glasses of water and smoking a cigarette, Zhou Wang ordered takeout, and after he finished calling Jiang Qingkui, there was finally some movement from the direction of the bedroom.
The door was gently opened, and after a few seconds, Qi Jiayi, wrapped tightly in a coat but with hair clearly damp, emerged from the corridor.
She was barefoot, initially appearing cautious, but when she met Zhou Wang's gaze, Qi Jiayi quickly became expressionless and walked over coldly.
"You came out just in time, I'm not sure if these dishes will be to your liking. I personally prefer spicy food..."
As he was unpacking the meal boxes, Zhou Wang said this to her with a smile.
But Qi Jiayi didn't even glance at the food on the table. She simply sat directly opposite Zhou Wang, then opened her phone, typed "110" on the dial interface, and placed the phone between them.
