Ning Dai didn't refuse and accepted the room card. She wanted to see what kind of surprise was worth Ma Zhuang being so mysterious about.
She went all the way to the second floor and stood at the door of Room 888. Ning Dai let out a sigh of relief and swiped the card to open the door.
The light in the room was dim, and she could see a man sitting on the edge of the bed. Ning Dai couldn't see his face clearly, but she could roughly guess Ma Zhuang's thoughts. She closed the door casually and staggered over, reeking of alcohol. The moment she opened her mouth, her tone was full of flirtation.
"Are you the surprise that Ma Zhuang mentioned?"
The man did not answer, lowering his head and not moving.
Ning Dai sniffled, and her eyes lit up slightly. She walked to his side, reached out to hold his head, and pressed him into her arms.
