Zhaoming turned to look at his father, only to find that he found it odd as well- he’d informed his Xiaobo’s father already, did Xiaobo miss the news?
“Xiaobo, didn’t your father tell you? The resort’s packed, we didn’t arrange a room for you and your friends!” Zhaoming said innocently. “How ‘bout this, you and your friends can live in the motel over there. It’s thirty, forty kuai a night, you guys handle it first and tell me how much it was tomorrow.”
“Oh, no need to trouble you, Zhaoming, we’ve booked a room in here already.” Xiaobo said faintly. “We don’t need your arrangements.”
“Hm? What?” Zhaoming froze. “You booked a room here? Impossible! I booked all of the business rooms here already! What’re you trying to pull?!”
“I’m not trying to pull anything.” Xiaobo shrugged, delighted at Zhaoming going crazy.
