Wu Shuang felt like she had been duped. Hua Qingyi had been leading her in circles around the entire North District, consistently steering clear of the police station and the guesthouse. She had no idea what he was up to, and it was nearing noon.
"Hua Qingyi, what exactly do you want to do?" Wu Shuang finally exploded after passing yet another familiar building. She felt the impulse to pull the pin on a grenade but held back.
"Oh, I thought you were pretty good at holding it in. Tsk, tsk, tsk!" After a series of incomprehensible noises, Hua Qingyi finally parked the car in front of a seemingly decent chain hotel. "You can stay here; it's better than that guesthouse."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's fill our stomachs first. It seems like there's a restaurant downstairs. You like spicy food, right?"
"Yeah!" Talking about food made Wu Shuang's stomach growl. "Wait a minute, why do I have to stay here?"
