Jin Xin stood in front of a small cabin hidden within the coconut grove, looking quite displeased.
The enjoyable journey seemed to have ended before it had even begun.
Turning to Hai Mingzhu, Jin Xin, no longer acknowledging Sha Man's enthusiasm, scowled, "Are our funds so tight that we can only afford to stay in this shabby guest house?"
Hai Mingzhu, seeing Jin Xin's usually calm face now clouded, became genuinely frightened, "President Jin, this isn't a shabby guest house, this is Sha Man's home."
Isn't it just a guest house, after all!
Jin Xin didn't understand the difference, "Hai Mingzhu, you're crossing a line. I put up with flying economy class and riding in a vegetable vendor's car to get here, thinking I might enjoy the scenery..."
"It was a tuk-tuk." Hai Mingzhu corrected.
Jin Xin was somewhat annoyed, "Are you the boss, or am I the boss?"
"You are!" Hai Mingzhu spoke in a wronged tone, "But it really was a tuk-tuk, not a vegetable vendor's car."
