Zhao Youyue did not care about the contents of Lin Shiya's bag. Zhang Wanjun and Lin Shiya were roommates. Zhang Wanjun could simply return the bag to Lin Shiya when she heads back to campus.
However, Zhang Wanjun was an agonizingly curious person. She brought Lin Shiya's bag into the hotel room. She even dragged Zhao Youyue over to look the contents together, as if she wanted her to be an accomplice.
"This… isn't really nice," Zhao Youyue said hesitantly.
A moment ago she was still enjoying the night view of the most prosperous city in the world, Shanghai. It was brilliant, bright colored. It was truly an enjoyment to enjoy such beautiful scenery in the suite of The Peninsula Hotels.
"It's nothing. Lin Shiya will never know it anyway," Zhang Wanjun said incitingly.
