After a while, Xiang Ning, Fang Rou and Fang Hao sat in the resting area. Fang Rou’s cheeks were still very red, but not as gentle as before. She looked sour, instead, as if someone owed her a million dollars. Her eyes occasionally darted at Xiang Ning, filled with intense bitterness while he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. 

“This is ridiculous, it’s late out, why aren’t they done yet?” After having a chance to vent, Fang Hao was feeling particularly energetic. This was revenge for the bastard spending three and a half million dollars of his savings. 

“What time is it?” Xiang Ning froze and then turned to look at the clock. It was nearly twelve! 

“It’s late!” Fang Rou was obviously...