Lan Xiangjun really treated the two as a couple now, after all, at this moment, besides the identity of husband and wife, there probably was no other explanation.
So, there was only one room.
Chen Cheng stood at the door, hesitating to swipe the card to enter.
He said, "How about, I go and get another room? Like Baoli, stay across the hall from you."
Meng Wanning, holding her luggage, shook her head, "No."
Hearing this response, the corners of Chen Cheng's mouth curved up, then he finally swiped the card and opened the room door.
The two entered the room.
The room's decor was quite elegant, especially that two-meter-wide bed, which looked very comfortable.
Chen Cheng walked to the window, first opened it to let some air in, then said, "Wan Wan, how about you sleep on the bed tonight, and I can just crash on this sofa."
Meng Wanning still shook her head, without saying a word.
