Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

“Didn’t you want me to ask An Jinwei to come back? I’m going to bow and scrape.”

“Really.
I will.”

Ning Shu left with the child on her back.

She arrived at the hotel according to the instructions from the tracking system.
It was not yet dark and An Jinwei hadn’t returned to the hotel.

Ning Shu waited in the convenience store opposite the hotel and bought something to eat.

After waiting until twilight, Ning Shu learned from the tracking system that An Jinwei was coming back to the hotel.
She saw An Jinwei entering the hotel with a woman holding his arm.

Ning Shu followed them into the hotel.
Because of the tracking system, there was no need to ask the front desk where An Jinwei’s room was.

Ning Shu stood at the door of the guest room.
She couldn’t get in without the key.

She didn’t know if the two people had started doing it yet.

They should be showering and spending some time getting in the mood.
No matter what, she had to wait for the two to change into their pajamas.

Ning Shu waited at the door.
After more than ten minutes, she rang the doorbell and said, “Guest, your red wine is here.”

In the room, the two people had showered and were wearing bathrobes.
The woman was lying enchantingly on the bed and An Jinwei was just about to do something.
He looked a little confused when he heard the hotel waiter bring red wine.
He didn’t order any red wine.

An Jinwei opened the door and saw Ning Shu holding up her phone.
He immediately tried to close the door, but Ning Shu wedged her foot into the gap and entered the room.

“What are you doing? Get out.” An Jinwei tried to drag Ning Shu out of the room.
She shook off An Jinwei’s hand and held up her phone to videotape the woman on the bed.

The woman immediately drew the draped bathrobe to cover her body.
She lowered her head and covered her face with her hair before running out of the room.

Ning Shu’s voice was shocked, “An Jinwei, you hired a prostitute and didn’t even pay?”

“How dare you record this? Give me the phone.” An Jinwei’s face turned dark.
He reached out to grab Ning Shu’s phone.