The receptionist was processing the check-in procedures while adding, "There were also more than ten car pile-ups today, and the roads will not be reopened in the short term."
Lena glanced at the hall, which was still quite warm. She could make do for one night here.
But the receptionist seemed to know what she was going to say and sighed, "Ms. Dawson, there might be power outages in the evenings recently, and the temperature in the lobby will drop to below minus ten degrees. However, the rooms have old-fashioned fireplaces that burn firewood, so they will be warm."
At this point, if Lena were to delay any further, it would be like slapping Hunter in the face.
She discreetly glanced at Hunter.
He sat in a wheelchair, slightly tilting his head, seemingly not paying any attention to wha
