The door of private room 201 was half-open, and there was no light, so he thought no one was inside. But as soon as he entered, he sensed something was amiss.
There were clearly two people breathing in the room, a man and a woman lying on the bed. Wu Xiaoyu hurriedly and cautiously observed, and barely made out their forms.
Luckily, both were fast asleep and didn't notice him. Only then did Wu Xiaoyu let out a breath of relief, damn it, scared the hell out of me!
Wu Xiaoyu sat on the sofa in the darkened room and listened carefully to the noises coming from the adjacent room, where Wang Baishan seemed to be dissatisfied with the crowd in front of him, venting his anger.
A fawning woman, seeing him upset, hurriedly said in a coquettish manner: "Oh! The Prince has high standards, can't just accept any mediocre women!"
"Cut the crap, is there anyone new in the house?" Wang Baishan snapped.
