Wang Qiuhe ignored her, got down from the bed, grabbed her clothes, and went to the restroom to change, then walked straight downstairs, completely disregarding Fan Tianhua's accusations and furious yelling that followed her.
After leaving the room and getting into the elevator, Wang Qiuhe finally felt her ears were free of noise. To be honest, these past two months she had really been well taken care of. The food at Xiyuan didn't even need mentioning—eating it for so long truly spoiled her appetite. And that half month in Ning City, tagging along with this group, the food was amazing as well. So when she saw that rice bowl with sauce, the feeling of disgust came right up, and she couldn't resist tossing the food out in a fit of pique.
