After the constable had left, Wang Yu shook his head with a smile, closed the room door, and lay down on the bed.
Although the constable was just a minor incident, Wang Yu became curious about the person who made the police call. After pondering for a while, he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, convinced that the lady who called must have felt psychologically unbalanced after hearing him pretend to be a woman, which led her to call the police.
Wang Yu stretched leisurely, turned off the light, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.
A glimmer of dawn returned to Shen City, as a new day quietly approached.
At seven in the morning, Wang Yu got out of bed, freshened up, grabbed his luggage, and went downstairs to carry out the check-out procedure with a barely alive old woman.
The old woman's gaze towards him seemed a bit peculiar, presumably because Wang Yu had declined the lady she had arranged for him last night.
