At Shangri-La's five-star hotel, Long Fei got out of the car with a confused look on his face, not expecting Lin Yingying to have brought him here.
He sized up the woman and couldn't help but ask, "Did you put some kind of tracker on me?"
"Do I look that bored to you?"
Lin Yingying gave him a cold glance, put on her sunglasses with an air of a boss washing her hands of the matter, and instructed him, "You're in charge of today's date. Go through the whole process like you do when you date Wang Xiaoya, and don't you dare skimp on me!"
Long Fei smiled helplessly, truly at a loss with her.
After entering, he led Lin Yingying to the front desk.
Left yesterday, here again today.
The receptionist hadn't forgotten him and greeted him politely, hurrying to ask, "Sir, would you like to check into a room?"
Long Fei nodded, took out his bank card, and handed it over to her.
