A Bedroom and a Couch… Right.

Ye Qianqian's question had focused right on the key point.

Shen Zhilie furrowed his brows as he thought about it and replied, "I'm guessing that it should be…"

"What do you mean by 'I'm guessing it should be…'? How can you have no idea how many rooms you booked?" Ye Qianqian pinched him on his hand and demanded, "Judging from the way your stumbling over your words, please don't tell me you only booked one room!"

She was right.

He had only booked one room.

Shen Zhilie looked at Ye Qianqian's expression. He immediately knew that he was going to be in big trouble.

He gave it some thought and decided to explain himself. He said, "I didn't book one room on purpose. After all, I'm not familiar with Venice. I have a friend who works in a tour agency. He knows that I have very stringent requirements when it comes to living conditions, so he booked the best room in the best hotel in Venice for me."