With no other choice, Li Dahe had to suppress his heartache and went to the guesthouse with Wong Xiao and the others.
When booking the room, he couldn't help but say, "Old Wong, this time out, it should be you paying, right?"
Wong Xiao: "…?"
"I'm handling your match factory's business, and you still want me to pay? It's already good that I haven't asked you for the money from the past two days, and now you want me to give you two bucks back!"
Li Dahe sucked on his teeth, looked at him, but said nothing.
Wong Xiao clutched his pocket tightly, no matter how Li Dahe looked at him, he just didn't take out the money.
Unwilling to argue outside, Li Dahe had to pay for the accommodation of the three himself.
Because of Wong Xiao, they stayed at a guesthouse in the provincial city specifically for hosting leaders. It wasn't expensive, but the conditions were quite good.
