Xiaoling glared at Weisheng as she pressed her fingers against his waist, pinching it in protest. He suppressed a grunt and smiled at her.
"I don't think the Boss here minds if I stay in the lobby with him," Weisheng looked at the innkeeper with anticipating eyes.
The Innkeeper could tell Weisheng had money to offer. He glanced at Weisheng before looking at Xiaoling.
"Here's the key, Miss," The Innkeeper gave her the key, "5 taels for one night, dinner and tea included." He added casually.
Xiaoling sheepishly accepted the key before glaring at Weisheng, "You're the sick person here. You should take the room," He pushed the key into his stomach, forcing him to grab it from her.
"That can't happen. I can't let you stay in the lobby," Weisheng said as he glanced at the Innkeeper to come to his rescue.
