What if the customer complains?
Fortunately... Fortunately, that was Madam Lu. If it was another female guest, who knew whether President Lu had malicious intentions when asking for a guest's room key like that.
Of course, the receptionist didn't dare to say this, and could only lower his head, allowing the lobby manager to scold him furiously.
When Qiao Xu finished her shower, wearing a bathrobe and holding a dry towel to rub her hair, she was startled to see the tall figure sitting on the sofa in her room.
"Lu Moqing!!!"
With her towel in hand, she rushed to Lu Moqing's side, "How did you get into my room? How did you get in?"
She bit her back teeth, staring at Lu Moqing with fire in her eyes.
Lu Moqing sat on the sofa, looked up at the angry woman in front of him, with wet hair lazily hanging on her shoulders, her bathrobe slightly open at the collar revealing her beautiful collarbone, sexy and provocative.
