After all, they didn't stay overnight, and the shower head wasn't repaired so they couldn't take a shower, so Ethan Cheng took Max Ye to the hotel where he was staying.
It's located right next to the main road not far away, an ordinary business hotel with ordinary king-size rooms. You can see from one end to the other when you open the door.
Max Ye couldn't help but think of six years ago, when he flew back to the capital from an island in the southern hemisphere on his own initiative. He had no RMB on him, and followed Ethan Cheng to a hotel and booked a small standard room. He was shivering from the cold and couldn't speak clearly. He also complained about the shabby room and the air conditioner not being able to heat the room.
Finally, I borrowed money from Ethan Cheng to order a small cake.
When the candle with the number "18" was lit, 19-year-old Ethan Cheng did not complain that the number was wrong, and ate it with him spoonful by spoonful. He seemed cold and unkind, but in fact he tolerated all his willful behavior without making a sound.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...