"Hey, little sister, don't cry. Are you hurt somewhere? Tell me so we can help you."
Hearing his voice, the lady boss downstairs also became anxious. She glanced at Luoz with some urgency, graciously served him a cup of coffee, and smiled embarrassedly, "Please sit for a moment, I'll go upstairs and check it out."
Luoz nodded expressionlessly, and the lady boss rushed upstairs as if she had received a pardon. If she knew Luoz was specifically looking for Zhang Yuan, she might not have been so enthusiastic.
Luoz sneered and followed the lady boss upstairs, glancing at the pale yellow suitcase placed in front of the counter, a cold smile curved at the corner of his lips.
As they climbed the stairs, the lady boss saw the helpless Zhang Yuan, whose muffled cries were in utter disarray. This inn had no backdoor, which Zhang Yuan knew well, adding to her helplessness.
