In a nondescript small hotel near the passenger station, there were no guests coming and going at this time, and the owner was bored, napping on the table.
Suddenly, there was a rapid clicking of high heels at the door, and the owner looked up to see a frail woman whose face was as white as paper. Her emotions were unstable, she wore large sunglasses, and both her hands and lips were trembling.
The owner was not surprised; in a place like the passenger station, what kind of people had he not seen?
Qi Hui noticed the owner's disdainful gaze and anxiously said, "Give me a room."
"Oh," the owner acknowledged, taking out a small notebook and looking at the keys on the wall. "What kind do you want? One bed or two? Do you need a window?"
Qi Hui was in a hurry, "Whatever!"
The owner looked up at her, "How can it be whatever? The price is different!"
Qi Hui glared at the owner out of anger, but ultimately did not lose her temper, and said fiercely, "One bed, with a window!"
