"Sir, Miss Yun has prohibited us from using the key unless we are given explicit permission to do so." The female employee bowed.
Mo Qingchen huffed. "Do you think she can give you permission in this state?" he barked. His voice was low enough not to wake her, but the menace was real.
'That's what we are scared of,' the female employee thought. This was the hotel owner's son, so she couldn't deny him outright. She started to think of ways to overcome this obstacle. It was indeed in her rights to protect this unsuspecting drunk woman, as powerful as she might be in reality.
"Why don't I accompany Miss Yun?" she said somberly, hoping the offer was taken. Mo Qingchen looked at the employee, taking note of the name, and nodded.
"Please accompany me. I don't want to bother too many people." He gave her a look, demanding her compliance, and then moved towards the elevator. The female employee pressed the button to her floor and sneaked glances towards Mo Qingchen.
