"Hmph, that jerk Liu Mang, I hate you, I'm never dealing with you again..."
Lu Mengyao muttered in her sleep, cursing at Liu Mang without realizing it, and unintentionally turned over, her head hitting something, waking her up.
When she opened her eyes, Lu Mengyao found herself extremely close to the floor.
Upon another look, it seemed like her face was indeed pressed against the floor.
Her feet were on a bed.
She managed to crawl up, rubbed her somewhat painful forehead, and looked around.
No matter how she looked at it, this place resembled somewhere specific, her home, her room in fact.
Looking out the window, it was already morning.
"Strange, how could I be at home?" Lu Mengyao tried hard to remember, and the events of the previous day gradually surfaced in her mind.
Last night, she led a few colleagues on a surprise raid at a motel to crack down on prostitution and caught Liu Mang. She remembered all of that afterward.
