Wu Yue wasn't too happy about Xiang Yu getting only one room. After all, she and Feng Lan were both girls, which made things somewhat inconvenient.
Moreover, the inn was very small, and the rooms were cramped. Stuffing five people into such a tiny space—how were they supposed to live like that?
"Xiang Yu, what exactly is your plan?" Wu Yue asked irritably, sitting in the cramped room.
"Just bear with it, alright? Isn't the whole country promoting thriftiness now? Saving starts with you and me, you see," Xiang Yu replied, playfully spouting nonsense.
Feng Lan covered her mouth and laughed. Xiang Yu was finally acting like himself again—this was the real him.
"Cut the crap! You're filthy rich; as if you're bothered about saving a few bucks," Wu Yue snapped angrily.
"I'm just worried about you two girls. It's not safe—this is a remote area, and who knows what kind of people are lurking around, especially at night," Xiang Yu continued to spew nonsense.
