Li Qian squinted his eyes as he watched him disappear at the door, keenly smelling a hint of a rival in love.
Surveying the room, Su Mo noted there was only a large bed and no windows. The European-style chandelier overhead emitted a dim yellow light, "It's getting late, you guys should go rest. I'll take care of things here."
They all needed substantial energy to face the forthcoming events. Lu Chen nodded and earnestly instructed her, "I'm right next door. Call me if you need anything."
"Got it."
After the two men left the room, Su Mo closed the door and walked to the European-style wrought iron table where she prepared three cups of Biluochun Tea, one for each to drink.
Worried that Zhao Changsheng might have internal injuries, she also made a cup of Zijuan Tea for her to drink.
