Zhou Jintang and Lu Mofeng both withdrew their hands. Lu Mofeng's expression turned sour; it seemed he hadn't expected Zhu Sha to reject him. Zhou Jintang, on the other hand, was rather pleased. 'It doesn't matter that she rejected me, because she rejected Lu Mofeng too.'
After about a minute on the second floor, the female guests' luggage was also brought up. Zhu Sha said, "Everyone, go ahead and choose. I think they're all nice. I can take whatever's left."
The rooms were single-occupancy, and the layouts were all more or less the same. Zhu Sha felt that any room would be fine; she really wasn't very demanding about her living space.
Yun Lan, who had stopped her antics for now, said, "Let's just go in the order we arrived, one, two, three, four, like that."
No one else objected, so Zhu Sha pushed her suitcase into the first room at the turn of the stairs. The male guests also went to unpack in their own rooms.
