Xin Xiaotong quickly pushed the door open and entered, with Tang Zhong following closely behind.
Upon entering, they immediately saw the registration counter. No one was around except for a tiny TV broadcasting the news. Besides that, there was just a simple ledger—a mere small hotel.
But the voices from inside grew louder and louder.
First came a man's voice.
"Sister-in-law, just bring out the money quickly. I don't ask for much, three thousand will do!"
"Impossible, I will not give you another penny!" a weak female voice responded.
"This isn't good, you know? Before my brother died, he left you this hotel and repeatedly told you to take good care of me. Now you won't even give me three thousand. How is this taking good care of me? If my brother knew this from his grave, he would be heartbroken!"
The man's voice became increasingly agitated.