Zhu Kun was clearly trying to squeeze out Chen Xuan.
Song Qiuhan snorted, "Do we need to pull strings for such a small amount of money? If it comes to that, I'll pay for him!"
Zhu Kun was stunned, not expecting Song Qiuhan to be so generous to Chen Xuan.
"Doctor Song, I think it's necessary to remind you that Chen Xuan is a married man!"
"You're willing to argue with the hospital directors for him and even willing to cover his hotel expenses. Aren't you afraid of what others will say?" Zhu Kun was quite indignant.
"You..." Song Qiuhan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Chen Xuan was too lazy to bother with Zhu Kun and didn't want to trouble Song Qiuhan, so he directly asked, "Then where do you think I should stay?"
Zhu Kun pointed to a place not far away, "Given your status, it would be most appropriate for you to stay there!"
Chen Xuan turned to look; the place was a small, low-end, and outdated inn, clearly incomparable to the Milan Hotel.