Tang Zhong was just about to leave. Before he had entered the restroom, as he was about to depart, he asked Sister Qing for some paper, or else he would have been finished without any paper.
He took the paper out of his pocket, which was scented tissue paper, carrying a fragrance. Indeed, girls are so particular; even their paper is of such good quality.
But just at that moment, he suddenly heard a voice from the next stall. It was soft and quite high-pitched, but from Tang Zhong's experience, it should be a woman speaking.
"Do you have any paper to spare? Lend me some, please!"
The voice from next door reached him again, and Tang Zhong understood—the person in the next stall had come to use the restroom without any paper. Looking at the paper in his hand, he saw that he still had quite a lot.
Should he share some with her? Tang Zhong always loved to help others.
"Okay, wait for me a moment," Tang Zhong said.
