"Who is it, knocking at the door this late?" Wen Nuan lifted her head from his chest, anxious, and asked.
Did something happen at the hotel?
"Could it be a fire?" Remembering a bar catching fire a while ago, Wen Nuan was scared and sat up quickly.
"I'll go check." Leng Yan furrowed his brow and patted her shoulder, "Don't worry, maybe it's just a drunk who knocked on the wrong door."
"I hope so." Wen Nuan's heart calmed a bit, watching him put on clothes, and she also went to the bathroom to find her original clothes to wear.
Leng Yan put on his shoes, opened the door, and looked at the woman outside, his brows knitted tightly.
"You are..."
She looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall the name. After all, Mo Jing was no longer in the limelight and rarely appeared on TV. And he didn't use to watch TV much, even now being in the entertainment industry, he only knew some of the most popular A-list celebrities.
