Leaving the room and arriving on the first floor, Zhou Wang saw a familiar shadow as expected.
Xiaomao sat on the sofa in the lobby waiting for him, and when he saw Zhou Wang, he extinguished his cigarette and quickly came over.
"Mr. Zhou,"
"What time did you start sitting here?"
"I was afraid you might have some needs, so I didn't leave last night..."
"That's thoughtful of you."
Zhou Wang glanced at the obviously wrinkled sofa, then appreciatively patted Xiaomao's shoulder, "Where's my friend?"
"He's also resting upstairs, someone's taking care of him, but he hasn't woken up yet. Do you think he needs..."
"No need, let him sleep."
Yang Hao didn't have the potion to cheat, Zhou Wang guessed he wouldn't recover until dusk.
At this moment, Xiaomao handed over a brown paper bag, "Mr. Zhou, this is the money you didn't spend last night, there's roughly a little less than forty thousand left..."
