Seeing the "delivered" status on her phone, Qin Yiren put it down with a heavy heart and got up to open the door for Bo Jinghang.
The door opened.
Bo Jinghang's tall figure leaned against the doorframe, his handsome face tinged with an unusual flush. His hair dripped water onto his white shirt.
"Professor Bo?" Qin Yiren was startled, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Bo Jinghang's breathing was a bit erratic, his voice slightly hoarse as he said, "Sorry, Miss Qin, I seem to feel a bit uncomfortable."
Seeing him on the verge of collapse, Qin Yiren stepped aside, "Come in quickly and sit down, I'll have room service bring some sobering drinks and tablets."
Bo Jinghang managed a faint smile, his dark eyes lacking their usual clarity, as he staggered into the room and sat on the sofa in the living room.
Since the presidential suite required an advance booking, Qin Yiren only managed to reserve a business suite tonight.
