"Zhou Wang, is this a hotel or a palace? How come the window looks so much like the mansions in period dramas?"
In the shaky phone screen, Zhao Guihua, who had no idea she was using the "death angle" to video chat with Zhou Wang, stared in surprise at the background behind him.
"Hotel... This is Beidou, after all, so of course I had to stay somewhere with character. That's why I chose a room styled like a courtyard house to experience something different."
Zhou Wang sipped the sweet, freshly ground soy milk, then stood up to give his mom a brief overview of the suite.
"Wow, you sure enjoy yourself. This hotel isn't cheap, right?"
"Not that expensive, just a few thousand bucks..."
"You brat, a few thousand and you call that cheap?"
