Jia woke up the next morning and headed down to have her breakfast. As she looked outside, she could see some stubborn reporters and paparazzi still hanging around in hopes to get some viral scoop.
As she was about to exit her wing, she noticed a familiar figure trembling at the reception desk.
"U-Um s-so-so, I have a booking h-here…" a meek voice said.
"Sure sir. Can I get your name please? Also, can you give me your ID?"
Tears pooled in Bojing's eyes and he fumbled with his wallet.
Shilin smiled at the receptionist. "He is Lu Bojing. I am Shilin. We have rooms booked under Yang Mingshen's name."
"Oh let me check that for you in a second," and she rapidly tapped her fingers on the keyboard.
Bojing hid his face feeling ashamed.
How embarrassing that my junior has to take charge of doing the talking! I am so useless!
"Bojing."
They turned around and Bojing beamed as soon as Jia's face came into the view. "Sis!!!"
