In the car, Feng Biao took the initiative to arrange the accommodations. The place was a hotel called the West Wind Hotel, which seemed very nice. Although it looked somewhat like a memorial hall from the outside...
"This hotel is owned by my family. Since Lin Fei has come, everyone please, make yourselves at home. Be it lodging or dining, I've got it all covered!" Feng Biao stood at the entrance, shouting towards the hotel, which drew the attention of passersby.
"Isn't this inappropriate?" Jiang Nan tugged at Lin Fei's clothes and whispered, "We should pay for ourselves."
"It's fine," Lin Fei said with a smile. He knew very well that Feng Biao would be delighted if he really accepted his generosity, and he had no intention of refusing.
Hearing Lin Fei's response, Jiang Nan didn't have much else to say.