Yang Fan left Old Zhou's place and hurried to the hotel where Wei Juan was staying, as if he was rushing to a market.
In the somewhat cramped reception area, a young girl who looked like she was working a summer job was watching a drama on her phone. When she saw Yang Fan heading straight for the stairs, she quickly looked up and called out, "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for someone, my friend stays here," Yang said.
The girl pushed up the black-framed glasses on her nose bridge, took a good look at Yang Fan, and suddenly said, "Oh, I remember you now. There's nothing in the room, you have to buy it here. Do you want some?"
As she spoke, she pointed to a square box placed at the front desk.
Yang Fan thought it was something else, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be condoms.
He felt so embarrassed in that moment. The young girl might not have seemed old, but she certainly had some experience.
"I don't need it!" Yang Fan waved his hand and said.
