Stingy for That 100 (6)

Song Qingchun's voice was barely discernible near the end. Her gaze wandered all over the place, everywhere except near Su Zhinian's face. He could tell that, when she said they could share the same room, she was still quite anxious.

Isn't she tired? How can she possibly rest with such a level of anxiety?

Su Zhinian stared at Song Qingchun for a while before his black pupils moved slightly, as if he had come up with a great idea. He reached for his ID on the table and told the receptionist in a light tone, "Use her ID to register the room."

"But, sir, if two of you are staying, we have to register both of your IDs," the receptionist said.

"Hmm…" Su Zhinian paused before adding, "I know, just follow my instruction for now."

The receptionist nodded and helped Song Qingchun register.

He only used my ID to register, meaning I'll be staying here alone? What about him?