After the attendant was some distance away, Zhou Jing placed her half-finished glass of water on the table and then lifted her plate up, casually retrieving a room card that was hidden underneath it. She slipped it into her pocket before taking out her cell phone and typing a message to Mr. Yang. "Mr. Yang, room #1302."
Afraid that Mr. Yang would ignore her message, she added three words and sent the message. "A good deal."
Within five minutes, Zhou Jing's phone buzzed. It was Mr. Yang replying, "Okay."
