Tang Wan stared blankly at the large bed when Jiang Jinsang had already closed the door, walked over to the window, and pushed it open slightly to get some fresh air.
As dusk fell, dressed in white shirt and black pants, and draped in a thin classic trench coat, the cool breeze tousled his hair a bit, and the sunlight fell on him, a rosy gold hue, captivating to behold.
But this breeze blowing in only made Tang Wan feel more anxious and agitated inside.
The room was booked by Fan Mingyu, and she couldn't possibly question them, "I'll call the front desk to see if there are any vacancies."
Abroad, there's no concept of the Lunar New Year, so the New Year's celebration is also a big deal for them, and the rooms had been booked out early.
The front desk only said that if some guests with reservations didn't show up later, there might be vacancies, but they couldn't give her a definitive answer for now.
