One hundred percent? Ethan Nan recalled the last time she asked Caleb Cheng to arrange a hotel room, and she began to doubt his guarantee.
"I have much more experience in this area than you do," Caleb Cheng saw his doubts, "I'll take care of it. Don't worry about it. Just come to my house today and have fun."
Ethan Nan was half-believing and half-unbelieving, so he followed them downstairs and bought seven or eight bottles of wine and snacks, then went to the screening room on the third floor to watch a movie. In a blink of an eye, he had forgotten about the matter.
The day passed quickly, and after a movie of one and a half was over, Caleb Cheng and Ryan Mo were both tired and dozed off on their chairs. Ethan Nan opened the thick curtains, and the light in the room did not change much. He looked down at his watch, thinking that his brother would be here soon, and wondered if his wife would come.
Let me ask. Ethan Nan took out his mobile phone and opened the chat box with his wife. Tears of reluctance gathered in his eyes. His wife would reply him good morning and good night recently. It was obvious that they were about to get back together, but he wanted to leave.
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