"Would Mr. Qian be able to get you through, perhaps?"
The staff looked at the two people in front of them with suspicion and hesitantly said: "Since it is a guest of Mr. He Lan, of course, it can be accommodated. Just... there are clothing stores outside the door, plenty of dressing rooms. Could Miss Guan wear a formal outfit?"
Pipi was about to talk, and He Lanjing faintly inserted: "I don't think Miss Guan needs to."
"Mr. Helan, please forgive us--" The staff insisted.
"Miss Guan, there is a tea house opposite, let's go and have a cup of tea together." He Lanjing took Pipi and went outside.
"Mr. Helan - the auction will begin soon." The staff were dumbfounded, and their tone was hesitant.
"What about the auction? It happens every year. I will come again next year."
Ignoring them, the two began to walk away when there was a sudden rush of footsteps from behind and someone called, "Helan, wait!"
The two stopped at the same time.
It was a well-dressed middle-aged man. Pipi thought that his age was not low, he was probably in his fifties, but he was so well-maintained, neat and tidy. It looked like he was only in his early forties.
"Mr. Kang."
The man didn't have time to say hello to Helan, but he reached out with great sincerity: "Miss Guan, hello! I am Kang Shaojiang, the general manager of Taoyuan Club."
Pipi shook hands with him: "Hello, Manager."
"Miss Guan, please. Right, is it inconvenient for you to walk? We have wheelchairs here, the auction hall is on the second floor, I can get the elevator to send you up."
Compared with the staff who insisted on seeing the invitation, the manager's attitude was very agreeable. It was a turn of 180 degrees, which made Pipi feel flattered.
He Lanjing's face was unchanged. It seemed that he was considering whether or not to look back. After a while, he said, "No, I can send her up."
She didn't know why, but He Lanjing took her to the locker room.