Yang Gang's pupils constricted slightly.
"A hotel? What is Gu Xiaorou doing at a hotel? Could it be that Zhang Yu is here?"
Yang Gang felt a strange twinge of jealousy stirring within him.
He rubbed his forehead, slightly smiling bitterly: "What's it to me if she books the room with her boyfriend? This odd jealousy is really inexplicable!"
Just as Yang Gang was about to leave, he paused and glanced back at the hotel. After a brief moment of pondering, he dialled Zhang Miao's number: "Sister Miao, what are you doing?"
"I'm sleeping, of course. My sleep routine has been interrupted all because of your wife. She's a night owl and has rubbed off on me. I'm always sleepy during the day and alert at night. Gang, you owe me some compensation for my loss." Zhang Miao's languid voice came from the other end.
A rather inappropriate image surfaced in Yang Gang's mind. He swallowed and said with a chuckle, "Sister Miao, how about I make it up to you?"
