"Thank you." Gu Qingxin leaned in and kissed him first.
Beiming Han's eyes grew cold. He hadn't expected that woman to be even more shameless than he had imagined, daring to use his little Ya.
It seemed like it was time to teach her a lesson.
That evening, while Leng Weiliang was enjoying a luxurious bath, a hotel staff called her to inform that her room tenure was due, that she would have to pay for an extension if she didn't move out by the next day.
Leng Weiliang thought she must have misheard. She asked, "This room was arranged by my friend's boyfriend, doesn't he own this entire hotel?"
"Sorry, we don't know the specifics of your situation. If you don't move out by tomorrow, you'll have to renew payments at the front desk. It's fifty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan per day. Thank you." The receptionist's voice was sweet and charming.
