"Is there something wrong with the room?" Qiao Mei tied her half-dry long curly hair into a bun, got dressed, and opened the door.

Shu Qingqing sighed and nodded: "Yes, you have no idea how speechless it is. I just sat on the bed board and the bed collapsed. Before that, the shower in the bathroom was acting up. Sometimes the water would come out and sometimes it wouldn't. It's impossible for anyone to live here."

The two went downstairs to ask the front desk, but because it was Saturday and Sunday, they were told that there were no extra rooms available.

"Your friend booked a suite, and there's another room there, so maybe you can squeeze in."

Perhaps it was because Shang Duojin's blue and white striped casual clothes were quite eye-catching that the receptionist remembered them so clearly.

Even if Shang Duojin and Shu Qingqing are very close, they are still of different genders.

Qiao Mei thought to herself, "Otherwise, I'll have Ao Cang and Shang Duojin squeeze in, and Shu Qingqing can sleep with me."

But Shu Qingqing had already seen the situation inside after opening the door, and knew that Qiao Mei's bed had been put together with Ao Cang's.

She felt that perhaps the strained relationship between Qiao Mei and Ao Cang could be improved, but after thinking about it, she still refused.

"Forget it, I'll just squeeze in with Boss Shang. It's not like I haven't done this before, so it's not a big problem."

Qiao Mei also remembered this matter, and seeing that Shu Qingqing seemed genuinely confident that there was no problem, she let her go first.

"Then I'll go back and dry my hair first. Once it's almost dry, we'll get going when the rain outside lets up a bit."

Shu Qingqing readily agreed, but chickened out when it came time to actually knock on Shang Duojin's door.

They had that awkward incident on the plane, and now she's asking him to share a room with her. It's so embarrassing!

Just then, the door opened by itself, revealing Shang Duojin's smug face.

His hair was still wet, he was wearing a bathrobe, and the disgust in his eyes hadn't completely faded.

"What a lousy hotel, they can't even adjust the water temperature according to body temperature..." Shang Duojin muttered to himself as he noticed that Shu Qingqing had arrived.

He opened the door a little to let Shu Qingqing in.

“That bed is a bit small, I don’t know if you can get used to it. Sister Qiao told me that if you don’t think it’s okay, just tell her and she will have Ao Cang come over.”

Shu Qingqing also asked how he knew she was coming; it turned out that Qiao Mei had greeted her first.

After entering the house and closing the door, she pursed her lips and said, "No, I'll only stay here for one night at most. Besides, I'm not very tall, so it doesn't matter if the bed is a little small."

And is that the point? The point should be why he looks so calm.

It made her look like a clown.

The other bed in the suite was indeed a bit small; it was the kind of bed that would probably fall off if you rolled over.

However, due to the special circumstances, Shu Qingqing didn't make a choice. After putting her luggage away, she asked him to inquire whether the bodyguards he brought had checked in yet.

"The weather forecast says the rain will lessen in ten minutes, then we should head out and take a look."

Shang Duojin said there were no problems with the bodyguards. He looked at Shu Qingqing's almost unwashed clothes and frowned, saying, "Have you not taken a shower yet? Take a shower. The weather here is much hotter and more humid than on the Imperial Star. If you don't shower, you'll be covered in sweat and stinking, and I'll be suffocated by the stench."

Shu Qingqing was initially embarrassed to use Shang Duojin's bathroom, but after he said that, she immediately stopped feeling embarrassed and even managed to banter with him.

Everything was ready, but the rain outside hadn't completely stopped; it was still drizzling.

Shu Qingqing was very familiar with this area. She led Qiao Mei and the others from the crowded area to a less crowded area and walked in through a side door of a milk tea shop.

"Young lady, this is the milk tea making workshop. You've come to the wrong place."

Shu Qingqing remained calm, adjusted the black and pink baseball cap on her head, and replied, "I didn't come to the wrong place. I wanted to bring my friends to try your local specialties."

After hearing what she said, the shop assistant watched as she reached out and handed over the Star Card, and quickly understood.

"No problem, please come this way."

Although Manchester City is chaotic, it is also under the control of the interstellar police, so it is impossible for them to act too openly.

Therefore, the gambling dens here are all underground, and you need to go through some secret places and say some coded messages to get in.

People who are familiar with this place are usually older. The staff had never seen someone like Shu Qingqing, who looked very young, before.

After glancing at her a few more times, he secretly turned on his smartwatch and sent a message to someone, and even counted the people Shu Qingqing had brought.

Not long after, more than a dozen men who looked rather burly arrived.

The clerk didn't think much of it; after all, this type of person was a regular at gambling dens, and she had seen plenty of them.

Inside the gambling den.

Shu Qingqing fanned away the smoke that was obscuring her vision, and told Qiao Mei and the others to find a place to wait while she went to ask some acquaintances for information.

"Are you sure you can go alone? Or I'll go with you."

Qiao Mei was a little worried about her, but Shu Qingqing said she was fine.

“I know this area very well. If you go there, people will definitely be hesitant to tell me if they see a stranger.”

"Okay, but please contact us immediately if anything unexpected happens."

Watching Shu Qingqing walk away, Qiao Mei glanced at the gamblers around her, their eyes already bloodshot from gambling. Recalling what she knew about Shu Qingqing's past, she found it hard to imagine how she had survived in such an environment.

And how can one avoid being influenced and become a model citizen?

Shang Duojin was also thinking about this issue.

If it weren't for investigating Wan Shishi's matter, he probably would never have come to such a chaotic and filthy place in his entire life.

Then she.......

The little green snake, Thunder, clearly saw the complex and heartbroken emotions in his eyes, and its snake eyes widened considerably: "Master, what are you doing?"

Thunderous voice startled Shang Duojin awake. His expression turned somewhat panicked, and his eyes darted around: "What are you yelling about? You scared me! What did I do?"

When Qiao Mei heard about Lei Ting, she looked at Shang Duojin and was a little confused to see his guilty look.

Just as I was about to ask him what was wrong, a male voice came from in front of me, trying to strike up a conversation:

"Little sister, did you come here with your friends? How about trying this dice game? It's perfect for young people like you. It's all about luck. They say young people are lucky. Maybe you can easily earn over 100,000 interstellar coins in just a few rounds!"

The man was wearing an old denim outfit, and his hair was styled with hairspray and combed into a slicked-back style.

His smile was rather greasy, and his eyes were so full of ill intent that they were almost overflowing; you could tell at a glance that he wasn't a good person.

Qiao Mei ignored him completely, only glancing at him before looking away, intending to continue waiting for Shu Qingqing.

The man wasn't annoyed. He opened his collar a little, revealing half of his chest, and moved closer to Qiao Mei, his tone becoming slightly ambiguous: "Little sister, you've got quite a personality. Are you unhappy that I buttoned your shirt too tightly just now?"