Cowardly

When they arrived at the bath center, Lin Yi looked around.

He realized that the northeast was indeed the birthplace of bathing culture.

Although their economies were not as large as Yanjing and Zhonghai.

However, when it came to the bathing centers, they were definitely miles ahead of them.

Whether it was Yanjing's Water Wrapped Hot Springs or Zhonghai's Huaqing Lake, there was still a big gap between them and Hantang Bathhouse.

Lin Yi smacked his lips. This trip to the northeast wasn't in vain.

"How much are the ticket prices?"

An Ning asked as she stood in front of the bar counter.

"There's 98, 158, and 228," the waiter said.

"So cheap? Are there no other tickets?" Lin Yi asked.

The waitress glanced at Lin Yi. It was obvious that he was a veteran.

"These three sets of tickets are only for the price of an ordinary bath. There are other sets of tickets to choose from."

"What are the other tickets?"