"Come on, Uncle will treat you to a stay at a guesthouse."
Jiang Chen stopped dwelling on Su Ling's situation, picked up the suitcase, and came to the door of Room 201.
Su Ling tilted her little head, a trace of suspicion appearing in her lively eyes. Somehow, the air Jiang Chen gave off when he said that seemed much like the creepy uncles she had seen on the news.
Knock, knock.
Jiang Chen knocked only twice before the door opened. Lao Liu stood beside it.
He glanced at Su Ling.
Then he looked at Jiang Chen.
A knowing smile spread across his face. "A room for two?"
His gaze sent a chill through Su Ling. She ducked her head and hid behind Jiang Chen.
"Are you blind?" Jiang Chen showed no courtesy, shaking the suitcase in his hand. "Three guests. Can't you see?"
"Who do you think you're talking to? Ghost Qi +58."
Lao Liu's smile froze.
Then he gave the suitcase another strange look. Could there really be a person inside?
"If I may ask, what's your relationship?"
Jiang Chen shook the suitcase. "My wife's in here, and this is our daughter. Do you have a room or not? Cut the crap. We're in a hurry."
After all, if they waited any longer, the woman might come back to life.
But Lao Liu had clearly misunderstood what he meant.
How could a person fit inside a suitcase?
The man before him was obviously lying. He must have come for a room with this little girl. With how impatient he looked, even an idiot could figure out what he was in such a hurry to do.
He quickly stepped aside, the smile on his face becoming even more knowing.
"Of course, of course. A family of three, right? I