Mu Xiangwan took a tour around the room and found the environment quite pleasant. She was planning to check out the others' rooms, but as soon as she opened the door, she ran into a "familiar face".
"Beautiful lady, what a coincidence! We must really have some sort of connection!" Probably because the temperature in Sanya was high, the man was wearing only a crisp white shirt, holding a briefcase in one hand and draping his blazer, which had been stained by Mu Xiangwan's saliva, over his other arm. He still exuded the vibe of a typical elite and was full of charm.
Meeting over and over again, the puzzlement in Mu Xiangwan's heart deepened. She responded sarcastically, "Coincidence? I wonder, is it mere chance, or are you stalking me?"
