One hundred fifty-five His hand carries an inexplicable sense of security_1
Who would have thought, Gu Chen disagreed, his brow furrowed.
"It's fine, Director Jin, we'll take a private room."
His wife was the most important person in his life aside from his daughter, and he wanted to provide the best for her within his capabilities!
Ji Pianran heard Gu Chen ask for a single room.
She rushed forward a step and lightly tugged on Gu Chen's sleeve, signaling him to stop.
Then she turned to Director Jin with a smile.
"It's okay, a four-person room is good; we'll stay in a four-person room."
She couldn't bear to spend so much money - six hundred yuan a day.
Even though it was a minor surgery for her, she would undoubtedly have to stay for a few days; if it turned out to be three days, that would be eighteen hundred yuan gone. Add another two hundred yuan, and there goes the TV.
If it were five days, it would be even more, and she simply couldn't bear it.