Student Feng was very quick-witted.
What was happening?
What was wrong with this hotel in Tokyo?
Pushing the door open without the customer's permission?
Feng Shang, who was dressed in his pajamas, complained internally. He didn't expect that when he drew back his gaze from the bathroom and turned to look back, that he would see Almighty Qin slide one hand into his trouser pocket and walk straight towards him, playing with the room card he shouldn't have been able to get with the other hand.
Feng Shang: …
He had been relying on the good upbringing of the Qin family.
Before entering the room, shouldn't he knock on the door first?
The sound of water in the bathroom was still loud, steam heavily billowing.
Fu Jiu didn't know the situation here either.
