"Mr. Jiang, this is our hotel's highest-grade and most luxurious private room, the Purple Gold Room!"
"What?!"
Zhuang Qiang cried out.
Jiang Ce gave a wry smile. "Bro, what's with all the drama? You scared me."
"I-I-I..." Zhuang Qiang stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.
Suddenly, he leaned in and whispered anxiously to Jiang Ce, "Jiang Ce, we have to get out of here before the manager figures us out."
"I heard this Purple Gold Room costs tens of millions! If they find out who we really are, we'll never get away!"
Jiang Ce burst into laughter.
"Hey, what are you laughing at? I'm not joking."
"Relax, buddy. Nothing's going to happen. Didn't I say I'd find us a new place to drink? What do you think of this one?"
Not waiting for Zhuang Qiang's reaction, Jiang Ce draped an arm over his shoulder, led him to the dining table, and sat him down before carefully settling the unconscious Huang Yao into a chair as well.
