Handing over the card of her own accord, Qin Yiren believed she was doing a good deed and comfortably closed her eyes to sleep.
Early the next morning.
The little woman on the big bed groggily turned over, took half a minute to wake up, and jumped out of bed to open the door before the hotel maid started cleaning the corridor.
The thick carpet felt soft underfoot, and the card she had pushed out from under the door last night was nowhere to be seen.
Someone specifically squatting by her door who could see and take away that inconspicuous card was likely its owner, right?
And even if the person who took the card was just a passerby, it didn't matter.
Hotel staff wouldn't pay attention to the vague contents of the card.
