Greetings, dear guest, which chamber would you like to book?"
Jiang Hao didn't have any clue about their value or specifications, so he just decided to get their best room. "Your best room," he said.
The maid was a little surprised. Looking at Jiang Hao's robes, she was sure he couldn't afford it. The value of the best room was very high, not because of its specifications but to prevent just anyone from using it. These rooms were a matter of symbol and pride.
Now she was in a dilemma. As a maid, she couldn't reject someone's choice just because she wanted to. "Dear guest, the best rooms are very expensive. Are you sure?"
Jiang Hao understood what was going on in her mind. He really looked poor, and it seemed Senior Yao looked the same in people's eyes if they paid any attention to her. "Just give me it. You don't have to worry about something like that," he said.
