Han Juyou slowly opened her eyes and looked at the dark, unfamiliar surroundings. After a brief moment of daze, she fumbled around in her pockets for her phone.
There was only the wallet Liu Muye had bought her along with her shopping bag that afternoon; turning her head, she saw her phone lying right beside the pillow.
She picked it up and glanced at the screen. It was... eleven-thirty at night?!
Chapter 81