The young man approached and provocatively glanced at Yin Tian, "Low-class people really are just low-class."
Then, he threw a card onto the counter, "Give me a room, the best one."
Seeing the card the young man slammed onto the counter, the receptionist immediately wore a respectful face and stood up, "Sir, you're from a second-class family and are entitled to an 80% discount. We only have one of the best rooms left, but... this gentleman was here first..."
"Them?"
The young man glanced at Yin Tian and let out a contemptuous chuckle, "Do you think they can afford it?"
"Who are you talking about!"
Jiang Qingwu's fiery temper flared up instantly, "Who do you look down on!"
"Oh? Quite feisty, I like that."
The young man grinned, his tongue sweeping across his teeth, smiling merrily at Jiang Qingwu, "Why don't you come with me instead? This guy by your side might not live another three days. You should think about your own future."
"You!"
