Getting called out of bed early in the morning feels awful. Xiao Lin slammed the door open, rubbing his head with a strong urge to lash out. Seeing it was the innkeeper, his anger intensified, and he jumped out of bed and took a couple of steps to get behind Xiao Lin.
"It's not even twelve yet, why are you knocking on someone's door to death?" The innkeeper hadn't anticipated that this handsome young man would be so furious; for a moment, he was at a loss for words and forgot the purpose of his visit.
"What's the matter? It's only nine in the morning." Xiao Lin's attitude was much more polite by comparison, though his sullen face showed signs of an impending outburst.
"Uh, it's like this. Did the two of you save a policeman yesterday?" The innkeeper stood outside the door with a seemingly honest face that betrayed a small business owner's shrewdness. "Someone from the police station is here asking if you could cooperate and go there to give a statement."
