"All the nearby places are full, only this one has vacancies,"
Song Qingping couldn't help but hiss, "You booked it?"
Mu Jiawen knew he was concerned about money, so she simply held up two fingers, "Teacher, my paintings sell for this much now. What's wrong with treating you to a stay in a five-star hotel once? We can afford it."
"It's not about whether we can afford it or not," Song Qingping said, and even turned his head to check that the waiter not far from the main entrance couldn't hear them, before continuing, "Staying here is purely burning money, not worth it."
Huang Kai, however, had a look of longing. He had never stayed in a five-star hotel before.
Still, what he was more concerned about at the moment was the price of his junior sister's paintings, "Two thousand? Not bad, that's doubled in less than a year, better than your senior brother."
