Qiao Nian was bored waiting for the front desk to complete the procedures and get the room card.
She did not pay much attention to her surroundings, but her temperament was too outstanding. People kept looking in her direction.
A group of people alighted from the exclusive elevator. The man walking in front was in his early thirties and was in his prime, wearing a well-ironed suit and looking gentle and elegant. His facial features were also amiable.
He was being escorted out when he suddenly saw the girl waiting at the front desk from the corner of his eye…
He slowed down.
Someone acutely noticed his gaze and tilted his head to look at Qiao Nian. Upon seeing her, the fat-headed man revealed a look of understanding.
"Young Master Qi likes Asians?"
The young man looked at him with a faint smile and gently said, "Didn't I say? Don't call me Young Master. Just call me Professor Nie."
