Ye Huan rode the "Firebird" motorcycle, chasing the Land Rover all the way to an alley entrance.
A middle-aged woman in her fifties, with wavy hair, was counting the cash in her hand with a smile. After finishing, she welcomed Zhao Zhenhai and his companion into the building.
The small building was dilapidated, but the decor was all in shades of pink.
Any adult could guess what kind of business was being conducted inside.
"Oh, young man, coming here in broad daylight? Come, come, come in!"
The middle-aged woman returned downstairs, smiling broadly as she pulled Ye Huan inside.
"Ahem."
Even though Huan had seen many big scenes, being misunderstood as coming in broad daylight... made his old face flush with embarrassment.
Ye Huan cleared his throat and spoke earnestly, "I'm just looking for a place to rest. Auntie, don't overthink it."
