C358 Chen Yu's Anger

Zhao Bo handed the bank card over to the young lady at the counter. His expression became unnatural, his mind was filled with thoughts of how he was going to pay for the rest of the money.

After a moment, the lady at the bar asked impatiently.

"What kind of room do you want?"

Before Zhao Bo could even speak, the manager said with disdain.

"I suggest that you all eat in the main hall