"It seems that Director Li thinks I'm using Miss Zhou as a smokescreen?"
Sister Huan smiled slightly, though her momentum had increased manifold compared to just a moment ago, "Or perhaps, Director Li thinks that the arrangements made by Miss Zhou are inappropriate?"
Yang Meifeng didn't know who Miss Zhou was, but seeing Li Yupeng drenched in sweat, she instantly understood that this Miss Zhou must have a significant background.
With this thought, she began to look at Mo Han with a hint of suspicion.
Where on earth did Mo Han meet such an important person? Could it be that he had foreseen it through divination?
Luo Shanchuan and Luo Ning were just as puzzled as Yang Meifeng.
Just now, Mo Han had said that with that card, one could get a discount of two-thirds, but the minimum charge for the supreme rooms here was 88,888 yuan; even with a 10% discount, the cost would be nearly 10,000 yuan. Did Mo Han really have that kind of money on him?
