Dong Xuebin and Luo Haiting were both stunned in the room.
Knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, knock! The pounding outside grew louder and louder!
Luo Haiting's expression changed, panic flashing in her eyes. She hurriedly sat up from the bed and grabbed her coat to wrap around herself, but then seemed to think of something and realized that would not do either. She looked anxiously at Dong Xuebin and asked in a low, urgent voice, "Director, wh-what do we do?" Though they had only come to the hotel for work, they were still a man and a woman alone in a room. Luo Haiting had a family too. If anyone saw her in a room with Director Dong, rumors would inevitably spread, and her reputation would be ruined. Besides, Luo Haiting vaguely felt that this was not so simple.
Why had there been no activity from the first floor through the fifth? Why had the police come straight to the sixth floor?
Dong Xuebin's face darkened slightly. He saw it too.
Cracking down on prostitution? How could it be such a coincidence? They had barely entered the room when the police arrived right behind them?
Dong Xuebin had worked in the bureau for a year, so of course he understood police procedure. Nightclubs and entertainment venues were places the police frequently inspected. Checking for illicit sexual services was perfectly normal, and similar surprise inspections took place every week or month. But this was different. First, it was not a period of heightened enforcement. Second, a hotel was not some particularly unusual venue. Jiade Hotel, for instance, was very clean and did not offer any illegal services, or Dong Xuebin would never have chosen to stay here. So even if someone reported a hotel like this, the police generally rarely bothered