Lu Tingxiao glanced up, his view shifting from his laptop to Lu Jingli's face.
That gaze was extremely suspicious…
Lu Jingli felt a little confused and scared. "Bro, what... What's wrong?"
Lu Tingxiao ran his fingers across the date and the room number, then he said in a terrifying voice, "It was me."
Lu Jingli scratched his head. "Huh? What? You?"
Lu Tingxiao repeated the date and the room number. "That night, the person who booked the room was me."
Lu Jingli was totally thunderstruck as if he could not understand what Lu Tingxiao had just said. "Bro... You... What are you saying? This room... You... You booked it?"
"I deleted the record that night personally as well," Lu Tingxiao continued.
There was a dead silence in the room.
