The crew was staying in a small family hotel, and Summer Sutton's room was on the top floor, essentially just a small attic, which was likely uninhabited typically and lacked adequate waterproofing.
When Adrian Walyon accompanied her back to the room, the water in Summer Sutton's room was deep enough to resemble a river.
Adrian Walyon's expression was as foul as it could get, with a severe pain pounding in his temples.
"You've been living in a place like this for so many days?" he asked coldly.
Actually, it wasn't like that before, but Adrian didn't come to the previous hotel and wasn't aware.
Summer Sutton originally wanted to explain, but considering the investment issue, she kept silent.
She nodded seriously, "Yes."
Adrian Walyon, "..."
Adrian fell silent for quite a while after her words and took a deep breath, "Why not switch to a better place yourself? Didn't bring a card abroad? Short of money?"
