The hotel was full when they arrived, and it was late at night.
"Here, get yourself a room," Jian Tianlin drew a credit card casually and handed it to her, "I have a meeting tomorrow morning, so don't disturb me."
Maomao nodded obediently, her tiny paw clutching the glittering black card.
As Jian Tianlin turned to enter the elevator, Maomao approached the front desk with the black card to check in.
"Miss, I'm sorry, but the hotel is fully booked," the receptionist said with a smile.
Maomao was petrified on the spot.
Could her plight be any more tragic?
Was she really going to spend the night on the streets?
She scratched her head and glanced outside the door into the pitch-dark night.
Forget it, better go ask Brother Nineteen for help.
Determined, she shoved the card into her pocket and sauntered into the elevator.
Inside the room, Jian Tianlin had just finished showering and was walking over to the bed when he heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
