Han Lie shrugged. "I'm planning to book an executive suite. If you don't mind, want to share it with me for one night?"
Wang Tianqing looked hesitant. "Ah? How many rooms are in an executive suite?"
"One bedroom, one big bed. But their living room sofa is quite large, and there's extra bedding available."
"Well... okay. I'll make do on the sofa."
At this moment, Little Miss Wang looked like a delicate flower being forced into prostitution—pitiful and helpless, unconsciously clutching her chest tighter.
My goodness, it looked even bigger when pressed...
He had already given her the reason, and she had found the excuse herself. Han Lie was very curious to see what would happen next, so he decisively stood up.
He called for the hotel's car, which drove them directly to the Sheraton's main entrance.
