"Knock, knock, knock!" Aunt Zhang stood at the door, knocking forcefully. When she found there was no sound inside, she pressed the doorbell several times, but still got no response. She became anxious; Xia Lu clearly gave her this room number, could she have remembered it wrong? That couldn't be. Feeling uneasy no matter how she thought about it, Aunt Zhang reached out and grabbed a passing cleaner, asking her to help open the door.
"I forgot my room key."
The cleaner looked at her, "Are you staying in this room? I seem to remember the person who lived here before wasn't you."
Seeing her suspicious look, Aunt Zhang quickly explained, "I'm here to find someone, my friend lives here, a woman in her thirties named Yang Qihong."
The cleaner continued to look skeptical, sizing her up, "This won't do. I can't just help you open the door myself. You'd better go and talk to the reception desk, ask them to call the room's guest."
