The landlady watched Ning Wan's retreating figure, suddenly frozen in place. Just as Ning Wan was about to exit the hotel, she rose from her seat and chased after her. When she was about to catch up, she heard faint coughing, barely restrained, and hurriedly called out, "Miss, wait a moment."
At her words, Ning Wan stopped in her tracks, turning to face the landlady who had intercepted her. Her hand formed a small fist at her mouth, unable to suppress the cough that left her lungs aching. It took her a while to quell the coughing fit and then, with a voice as delicate and soft as velvet, she asked, "Is there something else?"
Throughout the conversation, a faint smile lingered on her face like blooming flowers, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
The landlady quickly explained, "All the nearby hotels require ID registration. The inspections have been very strict these past few years, and even those hotels that charge twenty to thirty yuan a day are no exception."
