As usual, Yang Yu opened the curtains to welcome the bright morning sunlight and inhaled the fresh morning air.
He was quite pleased with the room, its layout appealing even without any furnishings, always a delightful sight.
His only complaint was that the windows were hard to open; in an emergency, one had to smash them to escape.
There seemed to be a small hammer in the room, apparently prepared for emergency escapes, and the windows were deliberately designed to be difficult to open.
Stretching lazily, Yang Yu headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Yesterday, he and Lady Tico had been busy all day but made no substantial progress.
Looking at his reflection in the basin, Yang Yu had a vague foreboding, as if his intuition was telling him that if he did not quickly find Keke Ai to refute the rumors, there would be serious trouble.
