Yang Gang looked at the text message, feeling subtly uncomfortable in his heart.
A very strange feeling.
Naked, he paced restlessly back and forth in the room.
After a moment, Yang Gang gritted his teeth and made a decision.
He felt a fury well up within.
Xiaorou! I've undressed twice, about to say goodbye to virginity, and you choose this moment to text me, this is murder!
Yang Gang composed himself, offered a bitter smile, got dressed again and used his cell phone for automated positioning.
After all, as a bounty hunter, the inconspicuous mobile phone had impressive functionalities.
Quickly the phone pinpointed Xiaorou's location from the text message.
Fuck! Xiaorou is right across at First Class Tea Fragrance?!
Yang Gang was flabbergasted. He genuinely did not expect Xiaorou to be across the hotel.
He went to the window for a look: "I'm on the sixth floor here, Xiaorou is on the third floor of the teahouse across the road."