"Daughter, you bastard, where are you!" Cheng Shuanghua roared in anger, almost mad with rage.
In the room, Cheng Shuanghua, in a fit of anger and shame, threw her phone onto the bed again. Though filled with fury, she was still somewhat rational; if she had thrown it to the ground, it would have really broken.
But at this moment, the doorbell rang, a beautiful chime; this was a special doorbell newly installed by the United Hotel, and the music was meant to give guests a pleasant experience.
Of course, Cheng Shuanghua at this moment would absolutely not feel the slightest bit of pleasure, and she responded coldly, "Who is it?"
Unfortunately, no one answered.
Cheng Shuanghua, skilled in Kung Fu, fearlessly believed no one would dare harm her, and the United Hotel was reputed for its safety.
She pulled the door open at once, only to see a young man at the door, looking at her with a half-smile and asking, "Surprised or not?"
