chapter 178 Do you want to make the rice a fait accompli?

Rowena Ximenez pondered for a while and pulled Mitchell Quinton up from the ground.

Mitchell Quinton drooped his face and lamented: "Oh, Ms. Ximenez, can't I sleep on the floor? Then I'll sleep in the corridor!"

"Mitchell Quinton, wait!"

Rowena Ximenez grabbed Mitchell Quinton's sleeve, hesitated for a while, and said, "You... just sleep on the bed."

The desolation on Mitchell Quinton's face was swept away, his eyes sparkled, and he asked excitedly: "Xue'er,...