He Ziming pushed open the room door.
The people inside looked at He Ziming coming in, with a face of astonishment.
He Ziming was wearing a trench coat, appearing travel-worn.
In his arms, surprisingly, was Mu Zhirou.
Zhirou's weakness was noticeable, making them feel even more guilty.
Only at the back, the hostess, who had first exclaimed at He Ziming's appearance, stood dazed for a moment, then came to her senses and immediately said, "What are you doing? It can't be that this woman is intentionally causing trouble for us now."
He Ziming said, "Her money, you haven't given it?"
The hostess snorted, "She stole from us, why should we give her money? It's good we haven't called the police."
"Did she really steal?"
The hostess said, "Of course."
"What did she steal?"
"My Cartier..."
He Ziming gently put down Mu Zhirou.
