After the receptionist finished checking them in, Qin Feng took the key and was soon ushered upstairs by the bellboy.
The young nun stood next to Qin Feng in the elevator, curious, and asked, "Donor Qin, what are you scheming?"
Qin Feng grinned, "What do you mean?"
The young nun said, "Don't try to fool me. Based on what I know about you, you wouldn't act so fierce with the bellboy! You just pulled out a wad of cash on purpose, didn't you? That was for show, wasn't it?"
Qin Feng tapped her shiny bald head and chuckled, "You're sharp, but it's just my guess. I cast out the bait—who knows if we'll catch a big fish!"
The young nun giggled, "Interesting. Then I'd better take a good bath and wait for the show later!"
Qin Feng smiled, and with the bellboy's guidance, quickly arrived on the twelfth floor. He swiped the key card and entered a spacious suite.
The interior was lavishly decorated, with wall-to-wall wool carpets, and all the furniture made of solid rosewood.
