Mrs. Hong went from furious to heartbroken, and finally to completely disheartened. Holding back her anger, she dragged the still reluctant Hong Ling downstairs. Reaching the lobby, she stormed to the front desk: "Check out!" After speaking, she glared at Ruan Jun who had been following behind them, sneering: "As the saying goes, a monk fights for a moment of incense, a man fights for a breath. We're not the kind of people who have no shame!"
Ruan Jun, of course, couldn't let them truly check out and stepped forward to tell the receptionist, "Charge it to my account."
"No need for your pretense!" Mrs. Hong shouted, turning her head back to the receptionist again: "Check out, I'm not short of this bit of money!"
Ruan Jun wanted to say something, but Hong Ping, standing by his side, tugged on him, and Ruan Jun had to swallow his words.
