Around five or six in the morning, the service staff went room by room on their round. When they reached Yao Zibao's room, the staff member suddenly pressed their ear against the door, as if eavesdropping.
The door opposite Yao Zibao's opened, and a beautiful young man in his twenties stepped out, squinting his eyes as if observing the service staff's actions with great interest.
The service staff listened for a long time but couldn't make anything out, their expression unclear if it was frustration or something else, then turned around and pushed the trolley with hot water onward. After walking about a meter, they seemed to notice something, turned back, and widened their eyes in shock.
The beautiful young man leaning against the door adjusted his glasses and flashed a smile.
The service staff, as if seeing a ghost, quickly pushed the trolley and ran away from the scene.
The tall man poked his head from behind Yao Zibao and asked, "Why is he afraid of you?"
