"This is the manager of the inn, Old Wu," Fang Cong said to Ye Chen and Long Xuan with a pleasant expression.
Then, he turned to Old Wu. "Old Wu, these are my very good friends. Arrange for the few top-grade rooms in Bao Lan to be given to my friends."
Old Wu's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He complained bitterly in his heart, but his face still had a fawning expression as he said, "About that... Young Master Fang, I'm afraid that this will be a bit difficult. Those few top-grade rooms have already been reserved."
"What do you mean?" Fang Cong's expression turned cold. He had wanted to show off in front of Ye Chen, but things were not going his way.
"Since when can a top-grade room be reserved? They haven't arrived yet, but my friends have arrived first. Shouldn't my friends receive priority?"
