In the end, after searching through several hotels, they had no choice but to pick a small inn.
However, when it came time to pay, Lin Zifeng blushed slightly as both the hotel receptionist and Zhang Mengjie stared at him intently.
His hands remained awkwardly stuffed in his pockets, unable to take them out because he hadn't brought any money with him.
Facing the price of three hundred yuan for two regular rooms, Lin Zifeng chuckled and said, "Sister Zhang, isn't it a bit expensive? How about we just get one room?"
"O-one room?"
Zhang Mengjie thought to herself, this guy looked so serious, but it seems he was just putting on an act; he must have other things on his mind.
But little did she know, Lin Zifeng only had two yuan and fifty cents left, which was change from buying buns earlier that morning.
Besides that, he didn't have a penny more.
