Having successfully ran off with Qie Xieling, Wen Qinxi felt his stomach grumbling followed by a twisting pain. He had just taken a shot of vodka on an empty stomach which wasn't good so he scouted around for a restaurant but stumbled upon a hotel. Judging from its appearance it could be rated three star at best but Wen Qinxi didn't mind so he walked in with Qie Xieling in his arms.
Seeing the pair of mother and son enter, the friendly stuff were all smiles with the female employees fawning over the cute dumpling, Qie Xieling.
"He's so adorable. Miss how old is he?" asked the receptionist with a look of admiration struggleling to hold back from pinching the cutie's plump cheek.
