Luo Qiangwei was startled, and before she could react, a tall figure suddenly blocked her way. With a long arm encircling her slender waist, he lifted her up into his arms—
Enveloped tightly by Mo Shiche, Luo Qiangwei felt her heart flutter with the familiar intimacy she had missed for so long. The man swiftly draped his suit jacket over her, tightening it around the collar.
The receptionist hurried over, "I'm so sorry, Miss Luo, I went to answer a call just now..."
"Is this how you work?" Mo Shiche's face was emotionless, but his black eyes were icy cold, "You don't care about the guests? If someone with intentions captured photos of what just happened, do you know what the consequences would be?"
The icy gaze from the man scared the receptionist stiff, "I'm sorry, Miss Luo, I'll be careful next time..."
