In the corridor, a cleaner pushing a cleaning cart passed by and suddenly heard a series of "bang bang bang" sounds coming from the door.
She stopped, glanced at the door, feeling a bit puzzled, what's going on?
She leaned closer to the door to listen inside, but there was no sound, could it have been her imagination?
Thinking of this, she pushed the cleaning cart and walked forward.
The room was in a mess, Zhuang Chujiao was angry and didn't care that this was a hotel, grabbing things and smashing them, the lamp, the glass, the quilt, the most miserable was probably the phone she picked up at the door, its screen was shattered and it couldn't even be turned on.
She sat on the bed, her whole being was upset and at a loss.
Last night's events were indeed premeditated, it's too late for her to regret now, her heart filled with hatred for the person behind it.
If she finds out who it is, she'll make them wish they were dead.
