"What are you being polite for?" Zhao Yingjun, while giving the money, took hold of Su Miao's hand: "Look at you, you've worn yourself out, we must not have taken good care of you!"
Su Miao couldn't turn hostile after accepting the money, so she said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Uncle."
"Which hotel are you staying at? I'll come find you. You don't have to work every day now, right? If I see you're missing something there, I'll help you get it. Then I'll send you back home."
Su Miao nodded: "Thank you, Uncle. I'm staying at the East Wind Inn. It's getting late, I should head back. You should go home early too."
"I'll walk you back, no rush." Zhao Yingjun insisted on taking Su Miao to the inn.
All the way, he made countless inappropriate remarks, even tried to follow her into her room, saying he wanted to see if anything was missing. Su Miao thought to herself, I must be crazy to let you into my room, would that end well?
