"I wonder how the other three are doing now," Fatty muttered to himself.
By nine-thirty in the evening, Gu Mian and the others had already returned to the city center. They were now hiding in a dressing room in a mall that was about to close, avoiding other people. Fatty was so large he was shoved to the very edge, his face pressed against the door and nearly squashed out of shape.
Fatty listened carefully to the footsteps outside, recognizing the sounds of mall employees leaving for the day. Gu Mian and the others hid in the dressing room of an abandoned store, considering the cleaning lady might check the restrooms for anyone left behind before the mall closed.
Not daring to breathe heavily, Fatty squeezed out a whisper, "Brother Chu, why are we hiding here?"
