Sometimes, when certain things are handled by just one person, they can easily fall apart. But occasionally, when handled together, it's like a match made in heaven.
Hao Jian quickly winked at the receptionist and then hurried over to toss a hundred-dollar bill at her.
The receptionist's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly tucked the money away to avoid being seen.
The receptionist snorted, which drew Liang Yuwei's attention, and then she said, "If our hotel doesn't have two rooms available, then the other hotels definitely won't have two rooms either. If you're willing to leave, that's fine, but you'll end up back here anyway. And if by chance this one room gets booked, you'll have to sleep on the street."
Hao Jian immediately pulled Liang Yuwei back and said, "If the other hotels don't have rooms, do you want to sleep on the street?"
Liang Yuwei showed an unwilling expression.
Hao Jian leaned on the reception counter and asked the receptionist, "Is that room a double?"
