Yan Yu also stayed at the same hotel as Chuzheng, just one floor below hers, with a room number that only differed in the floor digit, while the rest of the digits were the same.
"It seems I am quite fated with Miss Jin."
"Mm."
"Then Miss Jin, good night."
"..." Good Person Card isn't wrong, is it? Isn't it still afternoon?! Never mind, can't expose the Good Person Card.
When Yan Yu got off the elevator, he slipped Chuzheng a slip of paper.
The elevator doors closed slowly.
Yan Yu's exceptionally handsome face slowly faded from view.
Chuzheng glanced at the note, and upon exiting the elevator, casually tossed it into the trashcan.
Once she got back to her room, however, she efficiently added the number from the slip into her contact list, simply labeling it with the neatly written name: Yan Yu.
Chuzheng played hooky in the afternoon, idling the time away in her room.
Around nine in the evening, just after Chuzheng had taken a shower, Yan Yu called her.
