As Ye Qiu and Song Ying sat drinking tea and coffee, Song Ying couldn't understand why Ye Qiu wanted to reserve a presidential suite?
Just by looking around here, it's obviously very expensive. It must cost tens of thousands a night for a presidential suite.
"Dear Sir, we have just one presidential suite left. Would you like to book it?" the female attendant who just approached asked.
"Yes, book it," Ye Qiu replied.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a young man dressed in casual wear, embodying a playboy, came over, half-hugging a glamorous young woman and said directly, "I want to book that presidential suite."
They just checked; there's only one left.
"Dear Sir, sorry, this gentleman has already booked it," the female attendant said.
"What do you mean he booked it? I just saw it's still available," Zhang Zijun said directly.
He couldn't be bothered with anyone else.
