"No worries, Dad, it's just a bit of money; I can earn it back with one punch," Xu Shu comforted them.
The front desk girl rolled her eyes, "Boy, you sure are generous. Are you an underground boxer or something? Why so impatient? Sister here is educated, we believe in honesty, how could I intentionally rip you off?"
"Mmhmm, you're right."
Xu Shu honestly took the room card, being quite restrained since it was his first time here.
The hotel service was very attentive. A young waiter showed them to their suite on the eighth floor via the elevator and left only after they had reached their door, providing service with a smile throughout.
"There's actually an elevator..."
Xu Shu felt a bit sentimental.
The so-called luxurious suite was in fact just two beds and a little over forty square meters—a tight fit, but usable.
But he wasn't wrong about his claim; even if it was a bit expensive, he wasn't short on cash.
