“No problem, we’ll just sleep on the floor in the lobby. It’s about to snow heavily, so we won’t be able to continue our journey.” Zhou Erfu was very experienced in sleeping on the floor and immediately came up with this idea when there were no guest rooms available.
"There are many customers coming and going in the store. How can we allow them to sleep on the floor in the lobby? No, no, that won't do." The shopkeeper's face was rather unpleasant, clearly indicating that he did not agree to let them sleep on the floor.
The guard from the Iron Mansion placed a ten-tael silver ingot on the table, staring coldly at the shopkeeper, his voice even more sinister, "Shopkeeper, put the silver away and bring me three tables of dishes. After we finish eating, we'll stay in the main hall."
Having received the warning, the shopkeeper naturally dared not make any more noise, accepted the money, and instructed the waiter to call the kitchen to prepare.
Song Jiao had never suffered like this before. The bumpy ride in the carriage made her feel terrible. Even though there were two quilts under the carriage, she still felt uncomfortable. After traveling for about twenty days, she could barely eat anything each day. She lost a lot of weight, her chin became pointed, and the baby fat on her face disappeared.
There were no rooms available when we arrived at the inn, so we could only sit in the lobby. How were we going to get through this?
She felt frustrated and wanted to throw a tantrum, to cry and say that she wanted to go home and didn't want to travel any further, or to pay more money to kick the other people out and give them the room—it wasn't like she couldn't afford to pay.
Although she really wanted to do it, she only dared to think about it in her heart. She knew very well that Tie Qingfeng would not allow her to be so domineering. If she dared to do so, he might just abandon her halfway.
And there was also Stephen Chow next to them. The little girl was wrapped in a thick cloak and was holding a hand warmer. The young man in white helped her sit down at the table, and the little girl would occasionally look up and talk to the young man.
The boy had gentle features and listened quietly, occasionally responding with a comment that made the little girl giggle.
Damn it, isn't she cold? Isn't it uncomfortable being jostled around in the carriage? How can she still be laughing at a time like this?
Song Jiao stared at Xingxing for a long time with a sour look on her face, until she herself felt it was meaningless. She then turned her head away angrily. Tie Qingfeng was sitting to her left, but he would not coax her like the boy in white coaxed Zhou Xingxing.
Xingxing and Zhu Lin had actually sensed Song Jiao's gaze long ago, but they both pretended not to notice and did not intend to pay any attention to her.
"Finally, they're not paying attention to us anymore. Song Jiao is just like her name—spoiled and willful, and she loves to argue with people. Let's not talk to her," Xingxing muttered softly.
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