He subconsciously used his middle finger to push the gold-rimmed spectacle on his nose but found nothing. Only then he remembered that he probably had dropped it in the room earlier.
The Yan Sinian every one thought was perfect always had his glasses on, but it was not for show as his eyesight was really poor.
Squinting hard, he tried to focus on the tiny, blurry words on the card.
"1…106?"
He kept the room card and pressed on the number 11.
A dozen of seconds later, the lift door opened. It was already late, and there was no one on the quiet corridor.
Yan Sinian simply walked on as he tilted his head looking at the room numbers. And the moment he saw 1106, he stopped and pushed the door open; and to his surprise, the door simply just opened.
Yan Sinian raised an eyebrow. The service here was pretty good.
He took big steps into the room as he pushed the door close behind him.