Upon hearing this, the dwarf reluctantly stepped back.
"Old man, expensive is fine, we can afford it. We'll take two main rooms." This was the dwarf's decision; Zhang San didn't dare to change it casually.
"You father and son want two main rooms?" The shopkeeper looked puzzled. Judging by the age of the little kid beside this man, why would they need two rooms?
Indeed, the dwarf wore a straw hat on his head, obscuring his face. From his silhouette, he truly looked like a little kid.
Zhang San forced a smile: "Haha…! My son likes to sleep alone; let him be."
"Alright then!"
People willing to spend money were just what the shopkeeper wanted. He turned to the wall, grabbed a set of keys, and said to them, "Dear guests, please follow me."
After speaking, he took the lead and walked toward the staircase.
