"That woman is called Jennifer Lopez, as for the room number, sorry I don't know. And she was the one who invited me, can't you guys look it up? If not, then go check!"
Julius Reed argued with the staff member impatiently.
He had reluctantly agreed to meet, and now, regrettably, he couldn't even get through the door.
It was such a loss of face!
"Sorry, sir, you need to provide the room number; it's the privacy of the guest. If you can't provide it truthfully, we can't let you in!"
The staff member stubbornly blocked him.
Without permission from above, she dared not let anyone in randomly.
"You won't let me in, right? Fine!"
Julius Reed took a few steps back and shouted loudly above: "I'm here, but I can't get in! Sorry, anything you need, call me. Bye there!"
After speaking, Julius Reed turned around to leave.
"Let him in!"
Up on the third floor, the half-raised teacup of Jennifer Lopez hung suspended in the air.
She hadn't expected Julius Reed to pull such a stunt.
