Xia Mo hoped for more people, but the staff said that the largest room could only accommodate three people.
Xiao Tianlin lay down on the leather chair. The chair automatically adjusted its angle based on the body shape and weight of the person. Xiao Tianlin was startled.
Realizing it was high-tech, he patted his chest. "It scared me."
"You're so silly," Xia Mo said. "You can't expect a place like this to have only ordinary things."
"Be careful, there might be other traps," Xiao Tianlin said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Mo screamed. She lifted arms. She had only just pressed the armrest of the chair.
"Are you okay?" Xiao Tianlin asked. "No wonder that lady asked us to wait for a while. She went to get the essential oils. She must have realized that we would trigger some mechanism and scare ourselves. Is this place a clubhouse or some kind of secret chamber?"
Xia Mo's face turned red. She had just mocked her husband and had suffered the same humiliation.
