Tang Feng ultimately did not stay in the presidential suite overnight.
Although he too wanted to experience the feel of the presidential suite, he was driven out by that ungrateful wretch of a sister, Han Xiaoxiao.
Having no choice, he had to hail a cab back to his rented apartment.
On the way back, the childhood friends' group suddenly became lively.
It started with a message from Sun Haiyang.
"Brothers and sisters, I've booked a luxury private room at the most upscale Ruida Hotel in Zhonghai. Tomorrow night, I'll treat you all to the five-star hotel experience."
His display of wealth through the message immediately stirred up waves of flattery.
"Haiyang's awesome, I knew there's nothing you couldn't handle."
"Wow, I heard that all the restaurants in Zhonghai are packed, yet Haiyang still got us a private room. Really impressive."
"Nonsense, do you know what Haiyang's cousin does?"
"No, what does he do?"
