When she thought of the old man, a tenderness flashed in Mu Ziyi's eyes. Although she constantly complained about her master, he was still the dearest person in her heart.
At this moment, the door of the hotel opened, and a gust of cold air blew in from outside as three tall Russians entered: "Excuse me, are there any free rooms available now?"
Listening to the awkward Huaxia language, the receptionist looked up: "Sir, I just checked, and a guest is processing a checkout online. If the checkout succeeds in five minutes, I can check you in."
"That's great!" Mu Ziyi said happily, "It's freezing outside at night, and I don't want to sleep on the street!"
The three Russians frowned: "Is there only one room left? Can you find a spare room for us? Even if it's just one."
"I'm really sorry, all our rooms are booked out!" The receptionist shook her head and said, "Moreover, the only room that's in the process of being checked out has already been reserved by this guest!"
