C217 Hotel Stay

Ding dong. Zhao Feng was in the kitchen cooking when the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Could it be that Wei Ying didn't bring her key?" "This woman."

After opening the door, Zhao Feng was stunned. The one who stood outside was not the pretty Wei Ying, but a young man who looked like a ruffian.

"Hello, is anything the matter?"

That person looked up and down: "You are Zhao Feng?"

Zhao Feng frowned