Mr. Ren was surprised: "You're not going in?"
Zhao Shanhe said reservedly: "I'm going over there."
He pointed with his finger and smiled smugly.
Mr. Ren widened his eyes: "Over there? The upper room?"
Zhao Shanhe, with his hands behind his back, said indifferently: "Yes, Shangfang Yayuan."
Mr. Ren: "..."
Suddenly feeling a bit small, he said angrily: "Why are you going over there? Why wasn't it arranged for you here?"
Zhao Shanhe chuckled: "Old Ren, you must understand, people are different, although they say everyone's equal, there are still ranks... right, which number room are you staying in downstairs? I'll come find you later."
"I don't need you to find me!"
"Let's have a drink, and I'll tell you what Shangfang Yayuan is like, it'll broaden your horizons, Old Ren, Old Ren don't go..."
"Drink with your big-headed ghost!"
Mr. Ren had already disappeared.
