Lin Chen was indeed regretting, but he's a man of his word and wouldn't go back on it naturally.
"Of course I won't regret it." Lin Chen said through clenched teeth.
Jia Xiaoqing stepped into the room, took a look around, and said, "I'll use this room."
"No, that room is already taken." Lin Chen shook his head and said.
Jia Xiaoqing furrowed her brow, "Then that one."
Lin Chen refused again, "That room is mine."
"I don't care whose it is; I'm staying in this room anyway." Jia Xiaoqing looked determined with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
Lin Chen was speechless and said, "Fine, have your way. I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room."
Only then did Jia Xiaoqing nod satisfactorily, "That's more like it. After all, I'm your guest, and guests are like gods."
Lin Chen suddenly felt like spitting blood, clearly having lost over ten million yuan. She eats, drinks, stays for free, and I still have to prepare herbs for her. This deal is beyond a loss.
