Mrs. Wen stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside as she stroked the curtain and asked, "How much does a night here cost?"
"About thirty to fifty thousand dollars," PA Wen said as he closed the door.
"What? For a night?" Mr. Wen shrieked in shock. He couldn't make that much from three months of delivery.
PA Wen leaned against the bar counter and glanced at his stunned parents. "This is a resort. People come here for a vacation, to relax and sightsee. There are many places to visit here."
"It's too expensive, too expensive," Mr. Wen mumbled in a concerned tone, intending to leave.
"Dad." Wen Tao reached over to stop his father and said with a gentle smile, "Have you forgotten that your son is an employee of the company? The CEO has granted me a special rate."
"Even with Mr. Gu's special rate, it still costs a lot of money. It's very wasteful," Mr. Wen glared at his son and scoffed.
