"Jinpeng Hotel?"
Seeing this all-too-familiar hotel name, Lu Tianxing immediately felt a twinge of annoyance, as if he had just been at this hotel where Bai Qiao Mountain had ruthlessly forced him to drink a load of tiger~biao~wine. That night he almost suffocated and nearly ended up in the hospital.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qianru got out of the car and noticed Lu Tianxing's conflicted expression, she asked with puzzlement.
"It's nothing."
Lu Tianxing shook his head and said, "I'm just amazed at Mr. Bai's generosity. This hotel isn't low profile at all. I didn't expect Mr. Bai to spare such expense—the minimum cost for a meal here starts in the tens of thousands."
