Xia Ling pulled on her collar and wrapped herself even tighter.
She was a well-known big star and it was already inconvenient to walk out on the streets, not to mention during the time of her downfall. Fortunately, it was autumn, and it wasn't all that surprising to bury half a face and wear sunglasses. She walked aimlessly on the street, trying not to be noticed.
Where should she go?
She didn't know, either. The first thing she had to solve was the problem of her lodging at night, but she had no money on her—she had escaped from the bedroom and her bedroom did not have a penny of cash. It was not convenient to use her two bank cards since she was afraid that with a little movement, Pei Ziheng would be able to track her down immediately.
She could not stay in a hotel nor even rent a room.
Maybe she could spend the night in a twenty-four-hour business store?
