The next day.
Around 5 in the morning. The sky had not lit up yet.
Zhang Ye could not fall asleep, and after washing up, he went downstairs. He wore a scarf and sunglasses and went for a morning jog around his neighborhood. He ran one big circle around his neighborhood as vapor emitted from his mouth till he could no longer run. He had not exercised in a while, so he couldn't handle the sudden run. The breakfast stall on the opposite side of the road had already opened, so he went there to have breakfast. He also took the opportunity to buy a copy of the morning newspapers at a newspaper stand beside it.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Bean curd and two fried dough sticks."
"Alright, it will be here shortly."
"Thanks a lot."
Zhang Ye pulled out a chair and sat by the roadside. He rubbed his cold, numb hands and began to look through the newspapers. He was stunned after seeing a piece of news on the frontpage of the entertainment section.
Yao Jiancai's attempted prostitution?
