C3394 Dog Shit Luck

Zhang Xingyun patted her shoulder and quickly got into the elevator. Then, she went straight up to the 8th floor and stood at the door of Room 801. He pressed the doorbell.

An impatient voice quickly came from inside, "Who is it?"

Naturally, Zhang Xingyun could not reveal her identity. He lowered his voice and said, "It's for takeout."

The person inside became even more agitated