C169 The name of the pig head feng cheng

Mu Qinghuan walked over and opened the door.

"Mister decided on a midnight snack ?" The waiter pushed in the food and left successfully.

Mu Qinghuan continued to clean the room while being speechless. The owner of the room, wasn't he supposed to be missing? Why did you order a midnight snack?

He couldn't figure it out!

Silently, he pushed open the door to the washroom with both hands