The proprietress gestured for Mi Duo to go upstairs, raising her voice loudly.
"Bruno, we have guests, where the hell have you wandered off to, old man?"
A white man in his fifties rushed out of the bathroom in a hurry.
Like the proprietress, he was obese, with a wooden face, a large hooked red nose, and dull gray eyes, looking every bit like a useless fool.
The proprietress kicked the white man's rear, tossing him the backpack she held.
"Quickly take this girl to the room, be swift, and watch your skin!"
The white man Bruno took Mi Duo's backpack, courteously led her into the room.
The proprietress watched Bruno lead Mi Duo upstairs, her rotund eyes squeezed into slits.
Her expression was like that of a mother fox capturing prey.
The proprietress pulled out a battered phone, dialed a number, and her voice gradually lowered.
Mi Duo and Bruno entered the room.
She looked around; though simple, it was clean enough, and she nodded in satisfaction.
