The foreign young man who had said he was going to the restroom to touch up his makeup, and the one who later said he was going to the restroom to wash his face, still had not returned.
The female security guard had finally thought to bring some water for Luo Qiu and Song Ying.
The security room had grown somewhat quiet.
Bored, Song Ying covered her lips and yawned. Perhaps because she was too bored, she casually picked up something from the table and glanced at it.
It seemed to be the lost-item form filled out by the foreign young man: a verdant ring.
Among all kinds of jewelry, rings probably had the highest rate of being lost... Song Ying did not think much of it. Then she casually glanced once more at the contact name the foreign young man had written down.
He had actually used ornate script, and his handwriting was exceptionally beautiful. Song Ying could not help looking at it twice more before reading it aloud. "Agumos... Mos... Amadoi...s? Mo...zart?"
Song Ying yawned again and tried to read it smoothly. "Agumos Amadois Mozart... I hate these long names."
Luo Qiu suddenly glanced over.
Song Ying merely shrugged, put the document down, and then shot a glance at the two idle guards beside her, as if saying: I didn't intentionally look at his things. He just left them here.
Luo Qiu smiled wryly.
Song Ying glared at him, then suddenly dragged her stool closer and teased, "That guy just said he was a composer, and his surname was Mozart or something. Could he be one of Mozart's descendants?"
She was, of course, only joking. After all, even people with the same given name and surname could be found in considerable numbers, let alone people who merely shared