Meanwhile, just down below with only a wall separating them.
The landlady, dressed in a kimono, was instructing her eleven-year-old daughter, "Xiao You, go turn off the corridor lights on the first and second floors. I'll clean up the kitchen. Try to be quiet, don't disturb the guests."
"Got it, Mom."
The little girl watched her mother walk into the kitchen, then her eyes darted around, and she sneakily approached the reception desk, found the guest registration book in the cabinet below, photographed the two names written together at the bottom with her cellphone, quickly returned the book, and opened Line.
Xiao You: [Older sister, I've got it!]
Xiao You: [Picture.jpg]
Xingxing: [Got it!]
Xingxing: [Well done, Xiao You. With this, they can ask for a leave from school tomorrow.]
Xiao You: [I didn't expect your friend to miss the train, it's great that they can get the leave.]
Xingxing: [Yep, thanks for helping out~]
