After getting off the plane, they immediately took a taxi to the best hotel.
Liao Kai, of course, didn't speak the entire way, silently following behind Zhao Wenjin, and Liao Jiayu being a child, naturally listened to her parents' arrangements.
The father and daughter with carefree attitudes were both shocked with their mouths agape when they heard the room rates announced at the front desk.
They knew that expenses while traveling wouldn't be low, but they hadn't expected them to be this high.
Adding up the plane tickets and the room rates—but not yet counting the cost of food and drink—it was already about a year of his salary.
Not to mention the cost of eating and drinking, traveling sure is nice, especially since the weather here isn't cold, but the money is really flowing out like running water.
Zhao Wenjin, who got the keys, pushed the stupefied Liao Kai, "Grab the luggage, let's go back to our room."
