Jane Ann forced herself back to her room.

close the door, she stumbled to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and threw her hands on her face.

her cold touch gradually calmed her down.

looking at the pale self in the mirror, you can see the pain caused by the past.

Jian an followed Chen Jiahua to get familiar with all the departments of the hotel, and didn't have a rest until the evening.

I just sat down. Zhang Lina came here even though the stool was still hot.

"manager Jane, Mr. Lu in room 103 hasn't come back since he went out this morning, so his room..."

"have you...