It wasn’t long after leaving the hotel that Han Xiayang realized he was lost.

This discovery left him puzzled: "Weird? How could I possibly get lost!"

His strong sense of direction was well-known.

But facts were facts, he was indeed lost.

Life philosophy has always been "accept things as they are," for Han Xiangyang, so even at this moment, he wasn’t anxious about finding his way back to the hotel but started scanning around, planning to fill his stomach first.

Quickly, he discovered a noodle shop, which from its appearance looked quite refined. There were quite a few people inside which led him to think since so many were eating here, the taste must be good.

He had just taken a couple of steps when he reached into his pocket and was instantly dumbfounded.

"Where’s my wallet and phone!"

He quickly remembered that he had switched jackets before leaving, and his phone and wallet were in the pocket of the previous jacket. After changing jackets, he had completely forgotten to take them out.

Immediately he regretted it, wanting to punch himself twice: "Damn it, how could I be so stupid!"

No money means no food, and though he could eat without paying, he considered his skin too thin to bear doing such a thing.

No money, no food, so he could only continue trying to find his way back to the hotel.

Originally, he was counting on the electronic navigation on his phone, but now, without a phone, he could only rely on asking for directions back to the hotel.

Is it that misfortune gets compounded by more misfortune? After finally finding a passerby who knew the way, it turned out this person couldn’t distinguish north from south or east from west. Han Xiayang followed the directions given but gradually realized the path felt wrong.

Clearly, he felt he hadn’t walked far from the hotel, yet now, after walking for so long, the hotel was nowhere to be seen.

Quickly, he stopped another passerby and was shocked by their response.

The person asked was equally shocked.

"Sir, you’ve been walking in the completely opposite direction!"

Wrong direction.

Wrong direction.

For quite a while, those were the only words echoing in Han Xiayang’s mind, and he mentally cursed the previous direction giver thousands of times.

"Damn bastard, pointing out random directions despite not knowing the way, causing him to walk further away."

After venting his anger, he was again troubled about what to do next—tired and hungry, he couldn’t walk any longer.

A clever person after all, Han Xiayang quickly thought of a solution.

Relying on his charm, Han Xiayang borrowed a phone from a passing beauty, calling the only acquaintance he had in the city, Young Master Lin.

But soon, his face showed worry again.

The phone rang dozens of times, but no one answered, the obvious conclusion being either the person deliberately ignored it or simply didn’t notice, his hope burst once again.

Worry spread across his handsome face again.

This instead sparked a trace of pity in the eyes of the passing beauty, who believed in not letting good opportunities pass easily, attempted to strike a conversation: "Hey handsome, what’s wrong? Can I help with anything?"

Instantly, Han Xiangyang saw a new hope, hastily explaining the situation.

To his surprise, the passing beauty turned out to be truly kind-hearted, not hesitating even a bit, immediately agreeing to help.