Chen Yan went in to take a look at the room.
The suite was a one-bedroom, one-living room configuration, with a bedroom and a matching bathroom inside. The bed was a standard double bed, and the sheets and such seemed reasonably clean.
It would do for now.
With this suite layout, it's clear that tonight Haid would have to sleep on the sofa, but he didn't mind at all. To Haid, this place was already the most upscale place he had stayed in his life.
This hotel was a hundred times better than the steel shell of the gas station he had stayed in before, and the sofa was more comfortable than the ragged little bed he had at home.
Besides, there's air conditioning!
Chen Yan didn't say anything. After entering the bedroom, he closed the room door, ignoring Haid outside—who was scratching his head studying the TV in the living room. After turning it on, for some reason, there was no image, only static.
Let him be with his research.
