There was a corridor inside.
Louise had no choice but to follow the waitress in. Behind the corridor was a room with everything in it, including beds, sofas, TV, and tea tables.
The private room for dinner was also equipped with a room.
That was amazing.
"Wow, there's a room here." Louise pretended to be surprised.
The waitress seemed to be used to it. She pointed in a direction and said, "The toilet is there. You can go by yourself. I'll wait for you here."
She had just praised her for her good attitude, but why did she look like a different person after walking through a corridor?
Louise muttered to herself with a smile on the face. "Okay, thank you."
Louise took a few steps forward and looked around. She didn't see any door that looked more like a door. So that after she came out of the bathroom, she could go out directly.
However, she didn't find it after a round of searching.
But she saw a window.
They had just come up from the elevator. If she was not mistaken, this should be the eighth floor.
Forget it, she'd better ask the waitress if there were any other doors.
“It's so convenient here. Is there any other door here? Louise took a few steps back and asked.
The waitress was a little impatient. "Miss, don't you have a stomachache?"
The corners of Louise's lips twitched. "Oh, yes, hahaha."
“What service attitude!”
“A negative comment for you!”
Louise covered her stomach and went into the bathroom. When she closed the door, she immediately became lively.
The first thing she wanted to do was to walk to the window and open the curtain.
The windows of the toilet was a full piece of glass.
It couldn't be opened at all.
Even if Louise wanted to climb out of the window, she couldn't.
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