ShaNingponderedalltheway,walkedbacktohisroom,separatedfromLanLan,andsuddenlyheardaknockonthedoor,andtheideaceasedtoexist.
Thedooropened,andbeforeChanincouldwalkaway,thetouristscouldnotescape.Asusual,theyoungmancamewithhisbreakfasttray,sawhisface,lookedatitforamoment,thenputthetrayonthenearbytable,andsuddenlyhisvoicefelllow.
"Itoldyounottodisturb..."
"IfIobeyyou,willIknowwhatmybrotherhasbeendonebyyourboss?"
Chaninsuancameback,Mamoruhadnotfinishedyet,butinalighttone,lestRun,whowasrestingintheotherroom,shouldhearhim.
MaMaosquintedattheyoungman'sfaceandsuddenlyfelteachother'sdissatisfaction.
"Noneofyourbusiness."
"It'snoneofyourbusiness,soyouneverthoughtofhelpinghim."
HisharshwordsmadeMamorulooktrance.
Whydidn'thethinkaboutit!
Whosaysheneverwantedtohelp,hekeptthinking,everyday,everyminute,everysecond,knowingwhatLanehaddone,buthewasincapableofdoinganything.
Mamorucalmeddownforamoment,finallygainingafirmfootholdandrelaxinghiseyebrows.
"It'snotwhatyouthink..."