Glancing back, Fang Chenyi saw Bai Menghan sleeping soundly, curled up with the covers like a little kitten. He smiled, walked over, and gently pulled the blanket back over her after she had kicked it off.
The girl didn't have his freakishly resilient constitution. A flight of over ten hours was bound to be exhausting for her.
Once she was tucked in, Fang Chenyi turned and left the room. He checked the door several times to make sure it was securely locked before finally walking away.
He took the elevator down to the lobby. Perhaps because it was the dead of night, even this five-star hotel was eerily quiet.
But as he approached the entrance, two attendants in tailcoats stepped forward to block his path.
A stream of incomprehensible words followed.
Fang Chenyi was left speechless. Of all the language books he had "picked up," he'd somehow managed to miss French.
