"What is this place?"
The short middle-aged man humbly bowed and invited Yan Jian to follow him into the woods, but Yan Jian stood firm outside the forest, unwilling to follow easily.
The short man bowed, "As you can see, it's a forest."
"Isn't it a hotel?" Yan Jian squinted as he looked over.
"No, it's not." The man resolutely denied it.
"Since it's not a hotel, I won't go in." Yan Jian turned around to leave.
The short man never expected this and was stunned for a moment before hurriedly catching up, "Why are you leaving?"
Yan Jian turned back to stare at him, "Because I agreed to meet someone at a hotel. But since this clearly isn't a hotel, maybe I've come to the wrong address."
Feeling helpless, the man had to say, "You're not wrong, you've come to the right place."
Yan Jian stared at him, "I'm sure I've never met you, so how can you be certain I'm in the right place? Could it be that you recognize me?"
