"Thank you, please come again!"
Ding.
An hour later, Shen Jingwei left the apothecary with a plastic bag full of Yan Renzhong's stuff.
The inn was a traditional one. It was not equipped with an elevator. Thus Shen Jingwei had to hike all the way to the fifth floor to reach his and Yan Renzhong's room.
When he opened the door, he did not see Yan Renzhong on the bed.
The man was standing at the balcony, visible through the glass door.
And he was on the phone.
Shen Jingwei tiptoed toward his side of the bed. He put the plastic bag on the bed.
After casting one wary glance at Yan Renzhong, who still had his back facing him, Shen Jingwei quickly took his pajamas out of his bag and marched into the bathroom.
By the time he finished taking his bath, Yan Renzhong had yet to finish his phone call.
Shen Jingwei eyed the man's bandaged ankle.