Both men were waiting to hear more, but unexpectedly, the owner of the guest house tilted his head and slumped onto the table, falling asleep. Xiao Lin shrugged at Hua Qingyi, who then went to the service desk and exchanged a few words with the middle-aged woman seated inside before returning to the table. Shortly after, the middle-aged woman came over with a few disposable meal boxes and helped the owner away.
"Take the food up to Dan Qing; let's go for a walk." Xiao Lin glanced at the raindrops outside the window, but finally gave up the idea of going out. "Annoying rain."
The phone in his pants pocket rang a few times before it stopped—a text from Xia Xue. "Lian ran out on her own." He handed the phone to Hua Qingyi who had come downstairs, rubbing his own forehead in frustration.
