The village chief paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting Jiangli to ask such a question.
He cleared his throat and said, "It seems a bit better, but from our building, the view is pretty much the same, and the last room has already been booked..."
In other words, you shouldn't hope for the last room.
Jiangli replied casually, "Then, I want the one next to it."
The village chief and his wife were both stunned, their brows furrowing.
They seemed to not quite understand why all these people wanted the last room.
The village chief hesitated and asked, "Young lady, that room is a double bed room. Among your group, only you are a young lady. A double room is a bit of a waste."
Jiangli paused for a second, then pulled Fu Shiyan's arm and held it, "No problem, my boyfriend and I will stay together."
The village chief's expression turned odd.
The people nearby: "..."
Only Qing Yue seemed amused.
Wishing he could whistle.
