Yang Yi stared blankly; his conversation with Xiao Ran had only lasted a few dozen seconds, which meant that when Terry had called him just now, he was already in this hotel, at most just two floors away.
Even if the cleaners were impressive, they shouldn't be this capable. If the cleaners truly were that powerful, they would have taken over the world by now.
Yang Yi was indeed profoundly shocked, and seeing the astonished look on Yang Yi's face, Terry smiled and said, "I can only say it's purely coincidental. I also chose to stay at this hotel, but this isn't really that unexpected, is it."
Terry, in his forties, wore a jacket and was not very tall—about five feet eight inches. He appeared quite ordinary to most people, but in Yang Yi's eyes, he was anything but ordinary.
"Yes, it really isn't that unexpected. Please come in, Mr. Terry, let's talk inside," Yang Yi said.
