I Don't Believe That It's So Jinxed

Yan Rusheng knitted his eyebrows skeptically, "How can it be?"

Amid their discussion, he reached the trash can sitting diagonally across Room 204.

Someone had already opened the cover of the can. He peered in and could easily see the rubbish in it. There were only some plastic bags and balls of tissue paper.

He spun around and asked Qiao Jian, "What about the rest of the trash can? Did you go through them?"

"Yes, I went through all," he answered in fear and trepidation. "Young Master Lu also said Madam had thrown the chocolates into this trash can."

Yan Rusheng narrowed his eyes in suspicion and pondered for a moment. "Check with the hotel if they had changed the trash bags around that time."

"All right." Qiao Jian nodded his head and instantly went to look for the hotel manager.