"Ugh, why do they have to pick my place? Couldn't they pick somewhere else?"
As soon as he arrived at the hotel, Zhang Fan saw a middle-aged man sighing and complaining.
The Lingxiao Hotel, although not as impressive as Long Xiao's Starlight Hotel, was bustling due to its more reasonable prices.
Zhu Xi was furious; he wished he could tear apart the group upstairs this very moment.
Dammit, a kidnapping—that was Qin Shuang, the Vice President of the Ye Group. If anything went wrong, would his hotel even be able to stay open?
Zhang Fan frowned at the unceasing crowd. "Why hasn't the crowd been evacuated?"
Hua Ling said in a low voice, "These guys are clever. They said if the hotel is empty, they'll kill the hostage. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let you come to scout. Get ready; here are the clothes. Change into them, you're taking food up to the eighth floor."
With that, Hua Ling tossed a waiter's uniform to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan didn't dilly-dally and quickly changed.
