"Maybe it is!"
Wen Ping smiled helplessly.
"Friend, my father really appreciates you. A person shouldn't feel superior just because they come from a humble background. We've all got only one shot at life, so why should we settle for ordinary rooms even if we have money." Luo Yi cast an appreciative glance, but quickly explained, "These words were from my father," perhaps fearing Wen Ping might misunderstand him as the speaker.
Wen Ping responded, "I guessed it."
A person who could call the registration desk the starting place of dreams would indeed praise him; Wen Ping wasn't surprised at all.
More importantly, the praise made a lot of sense.
We all have one shot at life, so why should we settle for ordinary rooms even if we have money?
Not a problem!
Luo Mi walked over, patted Wen Ping's shoulder, and said with a helpless expression, "I have only one thing to say: Good luck!"
Just then, angry shouting was heard from downstairs, and Luo Mi also went back to his room.
