Ji Hanchuan looked at the time and said calmly, "Postpone it for half an hour."

The hotel was very close to Jingyuan. He had to go back and take a shower first. He really couldn't stand the sour smell of the snail noodles.

Ten minutes later, Jingyuan.

Ji Hanchuan frowned, held his breath, and opened the door without saying a word.

When passing by the laundry room, I took off my coat and shirt stained with the snail noodle soup and threw them into the washing ...