Cheng Qingchong was startled. Then she smiled gently at the receptionist before asking politely, "Do you mind giving me Mr. Qin Yinan's number?"
The receptionist was an easy-going lady. She told her politely to wait a moment before lowering her head to the computer and rattling off eleven digits.
Cheng Qingchong saved it on her phone and double-checked it with the receptionist before thanking the receptionist and leaving Eldorado.
In her car, Cheng Qingchong held her phone in her hand and formulated a message to Qin Yinan. "Mr. Qin, good morning, this is Cheng Qingchong. Thank you for your help last night. If you don't mind, can you give me your bank account number? I will send you the payment for the hotel room."
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Ever since Song Qingchun forced herself to admit that she loved Su Zhinian, her days had been a torture.