C119 A Bitter Internal Struggle

"Here's your ID and money. Go open the door."

Song Qiulian stood on the ground, her body slightly swaying as she took out an ID card and four to five RMB bills from her suit pocket.

"Alright, then I'll be going now."

I took the money and my ID card and left the bathroom with a look of embarrassment. Actually, I had money on me, so I could easily get a room