Saying goodbye to Zheng Qu and Huo Xueying, Lun Chuan drove to the hotel.
The hotel was a star-rated chain arranged by Lun Chuan. The benefit of traveling with him was that while the experience might not be the most luxurious, it would surely be extraordinarily comfortable—Song Tan truly didn't need to worry about a thing.
But...
"Why aren't you talking? Are you tired?" she asked curiously.
Since entering the hotel, Lun Chuan was exceptionally silent, and even after entering the elevator, he hadn't said a word. His entire body was tense.
Song Tan couldn't help but notice.
Lun Chuan looked at their reflections in the gleaming elevator and paused: "No. It's just... today, I booked a luxury suite."
"Hmm." Song Tan responded instinctively, then casually asked, "Oh, a suite? What kind of suite?"
Like the family suites she stayed in with Qiaoqiao? Xiaolun is really so innocent! She thought to herself.
Lun Chuan didn't answer, just opened the door.
