Yang Zhengxi felt more confident because he had money in his pocket.
But...
"Looks like it won't work." Qiaoqiao carried the milk into the hall, "The upcoming rooms have all been booked by someone else."
Yang Zhengxi: "??? "
Isn't this a country inn?!
But then he remembered what Qiaoqiao had said earlier about the filming, so he understood, "Is it booked by the film crew? But they'll leave eventually, right? I'll book for the year after they leave!"
"What yearly booking?" Lun Jing, who was frying wheat grains, heard Qiaoqiao talking to his friend and couldn't help but laugh, "Don't book for the year. You won't be living here permanently, so why book for the year? After the crew leaves, I'll have plenty of rooms. You can pick whichever one you want and change room types every day if you'd like."
The beautiful middle-aged lady in front of him happened to be the provider of the milk tea, which perked Yang Zhengxi up, "Auntie! You're so nice!"
