Ye Wangchuan raised his eyebrows and faintly smiled. "Aren't you afraid of being beaten up?"
She was a small fry?
Then, Nie Qixing's guests were even worse than small fries.
"I'm just an ordinary person from the independent continent. I'm just a small fry."
Qiao Nian pinched her fingers and started walking towards the cafeteria. "Let's go, I'm hungry."
Ye Wangchuan smiled and followed her.
* * *
At the Kevlar Hotel's entrance.
Many luxury cars were gathered here today. Most of them were politicians, businessmen, and celebrities of Country M.
Since 9:30 AM, the stream of luxury cars with special license plates never stopped.
Guests in suits and leather shoes entered the lobby under the hotel staff's guidance. They went straight to the elevator and to the party location.
Many guests living on ordinary floors discussed this—
"Who are these people?"
"What's happening at the hotel today?"
