Chen Shiqing's eyes flashed with excitement; it seemed that the person her mother arranged had indeed made a move.
Her eyebrows and eyes were tinged with uncontainable joy as she hurriedly followed, but after only a few steps, she felt her legs suddenly weak and a sensuous heat overcoming her.
She opened her collar a bit more, gently fanning with her hand, hoping it would make her feel cooler.
Forcing herself to bear this inexplicable heat, she walked to the door of the room where Qiao Mo had been taken.
But as soon as she stopped in front of the door, she felt something was off.
What was going on?
She remembered her mother saying she had arranged for someone dressed as a waiter to take Qiao Mo to the guest room.
According to the plan, the waiter was supposed to notice Qiao Mo wasn't well, ask if she needed rest, and then take her to the guest room...
But why was the guest room door open now?
