Chapter 1196: He Doesn’t Believe a Single Word

"On the eleventh floor," he replied with suspicion hidden in his heart.

Gu Jin smiled when she heard this.

The eleventh floor, the karaoke lounge of Haijiang Hotel, it seems her luck was good today.

Before the call was automatically hung up, someone finally answered.

The chaotic background music came through the receiver.

"Li Qingfeng, what’s up?"

A familiar yet strangely nonchalant voice sounded.

Familiar because ever since Minmin’s accident, Qianghai had never been so carefree.

This was the Qianghai that Gu Jin used to know.

Strange because she hadn’t heard Qianghai’s energetic tone for many years.

Gu Jin’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her voice calm and clear: "Qianghai, I’m looking to make a deal with you. I’ll wait for you in your room, see you there."

After speaking, Gu Jin looked up at Li Qingfeng: "Room 6888."

"How do you even know that?!" Li Qingfeng exclaimed in shock.

This time he truly had no doubt, this woman definitely knew the boss.

In response, Gu Jin smirked, but her smile was devoid of warmth.

She turned to the sofa and picked up the bewildered An Mingji once more.

The sixth floor.

In room 6888, as soon as Gu Jin entered, she carried the person in her arms towards the bedroom.

Seeing her familiarity with the room, Li Qingfeng couldn’t even stop her in time.

Gu Jin gently placed An Mingji on the bed, removed his dirty, tattered clothes, and covered him with a clean thin blanket.

"Who on earth has such a temper, dares to hang up my call? If it weren’t for the woman’s pleasant voice, I wouldn’t even want to come down here!"

Outside the bedroom, the familiar voice echoed.

Gu Jin knew Qiu Qianghai had arrived.

She tucked the corners of the blanket for the restless An Mingji lying on the bed and softly said, "If you’re tired, you can sleep for a while. I promise you won’t suffer anymore."

An Mingji blinked, his eyes dark and bright, devoid of any emotion.

No signs of joy at facing a pleasant surprise; the light in those eyes was so dim it was heartbreaking.

Gu Jin lovingly touched his head: "Rest, I’ll come check on you in a bit."

She got up and left the room, gently closing the door behind her.

As the door closed, An Mingji lying on the bed displayed a struggle in his eyes, his dirty little face twisted with pain.

Earlier, out of extreme hunger, he drank a lot of cold water to fill his stomach, now his lower abdomen felt uncomfortable.

His eyes scanned the spotless room, making him feel completely uneasy.

As for Gu Jin’s words earlier, they made no waves in his heart and had no credibility.

Not a single word from her did he trust.

There used to be kind-hearted people who wanted to adopt him too.

But those people were living demons, only wanting to satisfy their ugly desires, viciously beating and abusing him to vent their emotions.

He didn’t know what Gu Jin intended, but as long as it didn’t lead to his death, it was nothing more than getting beaten.

Over the years, his body had become highly resistant to beatings, no longer fearing them.

The urge in his lower abdomen was becoming uncontrollable.

An Mingji turned over, crawling towards the floor.

He had to resolve it quickly; if he soiled the bed, he would definitely get beaten.

If it meant avoiding a beating, who would willingly offer themselves up?

"Bang!"

An Mingji’s body fell to the ground.

Ignoring the pain, he crawled towards the door marked "toilet" not far away.

His movements were slow, his posture twisted, looking extremely pathetic.