Fike brought Xiao Zhao, who was still stumbling around in a daze, into the inn.
The old lady glanced at the pair before addressing Fike, who was still conscious.
"I didn't expect that a handsome young master like yourself would be doing this kind of business. How delightful! Haha!"
Fike looked at the ugly old lady and replied disdainfully.
"Don't. You've misunderstood. I'm not that kind of person. We're friends!"
The old woman brushed aside his words.
"Young master, don't be so anxious. Even if you say so, there's only one empty room left in the shop tonight. You see..."
Fike glanced at Xiao Zhao, who had fallen asleep, and said through gritted teeth.
"Ah, forget it. If there's one room, we'll take one room. Whatever's open!"
The old lady giggled.
"Okay. In that case, young master, come with me!"
