Chapter 232 The Landlord's Foolish Son (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

After the abolition of curfew, Yuelai Inn closed even later.

Zhao Hong followed Zhang Erniu, bustling about from noon until midnight without touching the ground, and only after there were no more sounds of serving tea and water in the guest rooms did he finally step into the small, dark room not far from the stables...

Lying on the hard, narrow bed that was both short and dark, where the air was permeated with the pungent smell of horse urine and dung, the exhausted Zhao Hong, his back and legs aching, covered himself with a quilt filled with straw and silently sobbed.

At this very moment, he also experienced a feeling eerily similar to what Yang Ge had felt years before: "Zhao Hong, Zhao Hong, how did you bring yourself to such a state?"

"Thump thump thump."

The decrepit wooden door was vigorously knocked on.

Zhao Hong lifted his tear-streaked face, and saw a warm light spilling in from the crack under the door.