Han Xiaoxiao hung up the phone, calmed down her rage, and then returned to the front desk.
"It was my friend who got it wrong. Could you please set up another room for me?"
"Miss, I am terribly sorry, all of our rooms have been booked out," the receptionist's reply utterly dumbfounded Han Xiaoxiao.
"Not even one left?"
"Well... because it's the National Day, there are so many tourists in Zhonghai, all hotels must be booked in advance. Why don't you try another hotel? However, I suspect their situation isn't much different from ours."
After hearing the receptionist's response, Han Xiaoxiao completely panicked.
If all the hotels were fully booked, then she really had nowhere to go—she couldn't possibly sleep on the streets, right?
She cursed Sun Haiyang a few more times in her mind—this guy was such a letdown.
"Tang Feng, what should we do?"
She had no choice but to ask Tang Feng for help, considering he'd been in Zhonghai for such a long time and might have a solution.