Zhao Bin arrived at the Linfu Hotel as scheduled. Although this hotel sounds good, it is also a three-storey building. The so-called hotel is just a little taller.

At the door of room 302, Zhao Bin knocked on the door. When the door opened, Zhao Bin frowned.

There was a gust of alcohol coming on his face, and even he, who had just drunk, felt a little choked and flashed his hand. When he looked at the Guanyi poem, he noticed that his opponent's cheek was swollen, apparently beaten.

"How did you do it?" Zhao Bin pointed to his face and said embarrassingly that the other party was a beautiful...