After deflating that bastard's car tires, Qian walked into the hotel and took out her identification card.
"Mr. Ni Jianren just now is my brother, I'm helping him deliver something." She gestured at her bag with her other hand.
As she held the ID, her finger conveniently covered her last name.
This was the moment to remain calm and composed, not to rush in directly, but to approach proactively with the ID, which would instead make them less suspicious.
Sure enough, the hotel front desk, seeing she could produce an ID and name a member customer, told her the room number and let her in.
By now, most state-run inns had been eliminated by the market. This hotel was considered decent in Q City, but it still fell short compared to the star-rated standards Qian experienced in her previous life. Dim hallways masked a musty odor with cheap incense, and as she walked through, mysterious cries could occasionally be heard.
