Pei Chenyang opened it, copied it, and then transferred some money to that number.
The message wasn't deleted. Pei Chenyang wasn't worried about leaving it there. It was just a string of numbers that no one could understand.
To cohabitate with Zhao Mengmeng for one night in a proper way, all these arrangements and plans were essential.
It seemed that the outcome was worth his elaborate effort.
Pei Chenyang hummed two songs, then Zhao Mengmeng finished bathing.
"It's ready."
It was already three o'clock, and he could barely keep his eyes open.
"Okay, Tutu has fallen asleep." He was originally half-lying on Zhao Mengmeng's bed, and when she came out, she gave him a piercing look, and Pei Chenyang immediately got up.
"Then I will leave." Pei Chenyang reluctantly glanced at Zhao Mengmeng.
The hotel's robe was very sexy, but Zhao Mengmeng wrapped a towel around it, so he couldn't see anything.
"Go, go, go."
Pei Chenyang left, taking a blanket from inside the wardrobe with him.
