Seeing Louis' earnest expression, Sang Ning believed him. Maybe he wasn't bragging, just blindly confident.
"Alright, alright, whatever Xiao Lu says goes," Sang Ning responded somewhat perfunctorily.
The two walked to the entrance of the wooden cabin, and Louis immediately stepped aside, motioning for Sang Ning to go in first.
As Sang Ning placed her foot on the stairs, several exclamations rose from below.
There were restrained and composed reactions like, "Oh my God!" and more unfiltered ones like, "Holy shit!"
Regardless of the tone, all of them piqued Sang Ning's curiosity. Could the inside of the hotel be too shabby, prompting these reactions?
Sang Ning quickened her pace and hurried down the stairs, Louis following closely behind.
Stepping through the small wooden door, a completely different world unfolded inside. The steps under Sang Ning's feet were made of marble, while the surrounding walls and ceiling were metallic.
