Ye Qingtian merely smiled and didn't respond.
"Master, your cousin really speaks confidently. Are we still going to the hotel she found for us?"
Shen Huamo asked.
"Yes, why not go."
Ye Qingtian said with his hands behind his back.
Shen Huamo nodded. She knew this was arranged by the master's uncle, and even if the other party were wolves or tigers, he would still accept the arrangement.
The two of them hailed a taxi, turned several corners, and then walked ten miles on foot before arriving at the hotel Wang Jiao had mentioned.
"Master, such a noble you cannot stay here. Staying in such a dump is an insult to you!"
Shen Huamo gritted her teeth and said.
The hotel in front of them—no, it couldn't be called a hotel—was merely a temporary shelter made from shabby colored steel.
Not far from the hotel was a garbage dump, where the stench was overwhelming and many paupers huddled around.
Rotten vegetable soup, dirty water, and dead rats could be seen everywhere.
