Heaven was quiet. Hongjun's earlier outburst had yet to subside. With a dark expression, he searched once more for the spatial jump point, completely unaware of the little tail that had suddenly appeared behind him.
Qin Fen knew just as little about what was happening in the Celestial Realm. To him, it was no big deal. Although the Heavenly Dao System had warned him, his test had revealed nothing frightening, so he simply laughed it off. Driving according to the time Female Hooligan had given him, Qin Fen arrived at the International Grand Hotel.
Checking the time, he saw there was still fifteen minutes until their appointment. Night had long since fallen, and the riverside road was lit by streetlamps stretching as far as the eye could see.
He parked his car, entered the hotel lobby, and headed toward the front desk.
"Hello, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked politely.
"I have an appointment," Qin Fen answered naturally. More accurately, he had an appointment with a kitchen.
An appointment? The receptionist was deeply troubled. She had dealt with plenty of guests before. She had seen those who bluntly asked for a room, often with someone beside them. She had seen the shy ones too, with the woman hiding off to the side while they divided the work between them, one going first and the other following. She had even seen mysterious, low-key guests who booked online. But she had never seen anyone say they had an appointment!
If he said he had an appointment with a girl, she could still understand it. But making an appointment with a room? That was strange.
The girl had no idea what was going on and was utterly baffled.
"May I have your surname? I'll check the records for you," the receptionist