"Master Chen, your room is ready. Please, this way."
The receptionist, Old Jia, beamed at the young master.
"Hey, we've already booked these two rooms!" Zhou Bingyi couldn't hide her displeasure.
"Miss, you must be joking. Master Chen had made his reservation quite early," Old Jia chuckled.
"If he had booked early, why did you tell us there were two rooms available?" Zhou Bingyi demanded.
"Oh." Chen Han caught sight of Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Youwei, his eyes lighting up, but with urgent matters at hand, he suppressed his desire, and said with a chuckle, "Why don't the two ladies take the upper-class rooms? I'll pay for you."
After paying, Chen Han quickly departed, seemingly in a hurry to meet someone.
"Master Chen is such a good man, giving you the upper-class rooms for free. You should be content," Old Jia said with a smile.
"You!" Zhou Bingyi was furious.
"Forget it, let's go to the upper-class rooms," Zhou Youwei said indifferently.
