C347 Back to the Hotel

When he woke up again, it was already afternoon.

The afternoon sun shone through the white gauze curtains of the bedroom, blinding bright. Joe Sangyu opened his eyes in a daze and tried to reach out to block the light, but his body was so sore that he could only kick the man beside him. "What time is it?"

"Four o'clock." His voice was clear.

Qiao Sangyu frowned. The next moment