The next day, Zheng Tan hid inside Fang Shaokang's bag preparing to leave the hotel.
The receptionist took a second look at Fang Shaokang's large backpack, probably not expecting a person who looked so destitute to be staying at such a hotel, and wondered what was actually inside the big backpack.
"Sir, the zipper on your backpack is open," the well-meaning receptionist started to say, but she couldn't finish her sentence because she had already seen the cat's whiskers through the gap in the zipper.
Opening her mouth slightly, the receptionist looked at Fang Shaokang, who returned a brilliant smile and then strutted off.
Once out of the hotel's main entrance, Zheng Tan didn't have much restraint anymore, he jumped out and walked alongside Fang Shaokang, finding it too uncomfortable inside the backpack.
"Yo, here comes the car!" Fang Shaokang exclaimed.
