"That one is a bona fide wealthy heir, a legend on the Forbes list. You all should just wash up and go to sleep," Huahua picked up her suitcase and turned to leave. "He's already engaged to Xue Murong. Can you even compare to Xue Murong? Look in the mirror before you start dreaming!"
Watching Huahua's retreating figure, those female models rolled their eyes in anger.
One by one, they grumbled their way toward the elevator.
After everyone had gone up, Huahua suddenly dashed out from the stairwell and rushed to the front desk, striking up a conversation with a young man there.
After charming the young man with talk of everything under the sun, Huahua had him burning with desire.
Only then did she reveal her intention, "By the way, that Mr. Gu is a friend of mine. Could you help me change my room to the one next to his?"
"Ah?" The young man hesitated, scratching the back of his head.
