"One person? Or a billion?" The landlady chuckled flirtatiously.
Han Zhan raised a single finger.
The landlady stopped laughing and gave him a regretful and puzzled glance.
"If you want to sleep alone, why not find a cheap inn? Why come to the Nightingale Inn? Do you have more money than you know what to do with?"
"Just tell me the price," Han Zhan replied.
While speaking, Han Zhan pulled out the pouch he had taken from Andrew.
The landlady held up two fingers towards him.
"Regular stay, two gold coins for one night. With company, ten gold coins for a woman, twenty for a man."
Why is it ten for a woman and twenty for a man?
Chicken is less expensive than duck, right? When will women truly rise up? He thought with irritation.
Without hesitation, Han Zhan paid two gold coins, slapping them on the counter.
Soon, someone came out to lead Han Zhan to his room.
Once Han Zhan's figure vanished at the end of the Nightingale Inn's staircase, the landlady slowly withdrew her gaze.
