In the end, A Bu waved for the butler and commanded, "Bring our guests to rest."
Wang Ye was quite surprised. Were they going to stay here and not return?
Seeing that Gavriil, Khodorkovsky, and Maylov hadn't uttered a word, it seemed as if they had known all along.
Well, Wang Ye didn't mind anyway. It was only sleeping over for one night, no big deal.
A butler, wearing a three-piece suit with snow-white hair, led Wang Ye to a large room at the end of the second-floor corridor.
He opened the door and lit the room, bowing as he said, "Goodnight, sir."
Wang Ye stepped in and looked around.
This was not just a room, but a suite...
It had a living room, bathroom, bedroom..., everything you could ask for!
Not that it mattered, the thing Wang Ye liked most was the exceedingly comfortable-looking European style big bed!
A fluffy velvet blanket, a thick, bouncy mattress, and the entire bedroom was carpeted with a thick, soft wool carpet.
