A moist, hot breath accompanied by a faint scent of tobacco wafted to her ears.
The man had somehow closed in from behind, an arm encircling her waist as he whispered into her ear, "Don't you think your uncle looks especially like an animal right now?"
Jiang Yaoyao shrank her neck, her peace of mind disturbed by his actions, "What?"
The man chuckled softly, "Like a big black dog waiting for its owner to take it home."
Jiang Yaoyao: "........."
Today, Cheng Runzhi was dressed in all black, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other carrying several bags, his eyes fixed intently on the hotel entrance, looking... well, quite convincing, actually...
About ten or so seconds passed.
"How come uncle went inside?"
Bo Jinlan said, "Should we go in and have a look?"
Jiang Yaoyao: "emmm..."
Spying on an elder's gossip, is this really okay?
**
In the hallway on the 18th floor of the hotel, a commotion spilled out from one of the rooms:
"Is this fucking thing something you can touch?"
