Seeing how serious she was, Quan Jue couldn't help but laugh. "Jiaojiao, those are just lies to scare children. Don't believe them so easily."
Chi Jiao pouted and said, "Isn't there a saying that goes, 'There is no smoke without fire'? If there isn't, why make it up?"
With that, she took two steps forward and hugged his arm. "I don't care. I'm afraid."
The delicate bun was acting spoiled again.
Other than compromising, Quan Jue had no other choice. He pulled Chi Jiao with one hand and their luggage with the other as they entered the guesthouse.
A seventeen-year-old girl was sitting at the front desk, munching on melon seeds.
Seeing that there were guests, her eyes quickly left the Korean drama unfolding on her computer screen and smoothly said, "We only have the luxurious bedroom left. It's 300 for one day. We support card payment."
"We'll pay by card." Quan Jue took out his bank card and handed it to her.
