Imagine, a Divine Dragon swirling in the sky is already a jaw-dropping event, and if it's carrying a banner insulting Smack, wouldn't that be even more explosive?
Thinking of this, Lina hastily smiled apologetically at Ling Feng and said, "Mr. Ling, please don't worry, I'll call the higher-ups right away and definitely convey your demands!"
"It's not to convey, it's to notify; I've already decided!"
Ling Feng sneered, then turned to Mu Yuhan, who was communicating with the hotel, and said, "Book me fifteen of the best, top-tier rooms and have the hotel send a car to pick us up!"
"Okay."
Mu Yuhan nodded and relayed the request.
Ling Feng was not short of money; even if fifteen rooms cost tens of thousands of US dollars a day, it didn't matter to him.
Not fighting for face, Mu Yuhan very much understood his feelings.
After the phone call, she said to Ling Feng, "It's all arranged, the hotel will send a car over soon."
"Very good!"
