Director Zhao paused, unable to voice his thoughts, glanced at the embarrassed owner, then heavily sighed and sat down on a nearby round sofa.
"Please bring us another sofa, boss. I'm not accustomed to eating on the bed," Xiao Lin turned to request the guesthouse owner. "Also, we really don't need guardians at the door, thank you."
The words sounded polite but carried a warning. The guesthouse owner didn't dare to express any discontent, as he was always caught red-handed without a chance to argue. He glanced at Director Zhao, said nothing more, and left. Hua Qingyi closed the door behind him, dragged a high stool to the round table.
The dishes the owner served looked quite plentiful. Perhaps because Dan Qing had spoiled his taste, Xiao Lin now found outside food less delicious than hers. He sat opposite Director Zhao, and opened a beer cap to pour it for him.
"What brings you here so late, Director? There's no one else around, feel free to speak your mind."
