A dozen or so minutes later.
A five-star hotel.
Jiang Xinghai carried the fashionable woman on his back into the lobby, booked a room, and ordered lunch.
This was Baohong City, located in the southernmost part of Yun Province.
It was also the closest city to Myanmar.
He only needed to reach the border before nightfall. He could plan everything out now and leave in the afternoon, which would be plenty of time.
Inside the room.
Jiang Xinghai tossed the fashionable woman onto the bed.
Thanks to his treatment, the wound on the fashionable woman's forehead was already showing signs of healing.
While Jiang Xinghai was eating alone, the fashionable woman groggily woke up.
The first thing she saw was the ceiling.
Looking around, she saw bright, clean windows.
Beneath her, a soft, comfortable bed!
'Isn't this a hotel?!'
The fashionable woman shot upright.
When she saw Jiang Xinghai eating, she was stunned.
"You... you... you..."
