He was too impatient.
Under Yang PeiMin's insistence, Shen Yiguang finally resigned himself to helping prepare the bathwater.
Knowing she liked cleanliness, he had already borrowed five large thermoses and filled them with boiling water. After all, it wasn't certain when she would arrive, like now, when the cafeteria was no longer serving hot water.
Taking the opportunity, Yang PeiMin wanted to look around the room. It was less than ten square meters with an iron frame bed neatly made up like a block of tofu, a small table, three chairs, and no other belongings. It was as simple as it could be.
Fortunately, there was a little shower room, but no toilet. They had to use the public restroom located in the corridor outside.
