In the end, after searching through several hotels, they had no choice but to settle for a small motel.
But when it came to paying for the room, Lin Zifeng's face turned slightly red as both the motel clerk and Zhang Mengjie stared at him intently.
This guy kept his hands awkwardly in his pockets, not daring to take them out, because he hadn't brought any money with him.
Facing the standard rate of three hundred yuan for two regular rooms, Lin Zifeng chuckled and said, "Sister Zhang, isn't that a bit pricey? How about we just book one room?"
"One, one room?"
Zhang Mengjie thought to herself that this guy seemed pretty decent on the surface, but it looked like he was putting on a show, and he actually had certain things in mind.
Little did she know, Lin Zifeng was down to his last two and a half yuan, leftover change from buying buns that morning.
Apart from that, he was penniless.
