As soon as Yang Gang approached, a receptionist quickly made her way over to him: "I'm sorry, sir, but this place has been booked for a private event tonight."
"Oh, I was invited by them," said Yang Gang lightly.
"Do you have an invitation?" asked the receptionist.
"Invitation?" Yang Gang slightly furrowed his brows: "No."
"I am terribly sorry, sir. The guests who've booked tonight specifically instructed us to not allow anyone in without an invitation," the receptionist said.
Yang Gang blinked in surprise and then immediately understood.
So, they wanted to embarrass me right at the door.
At that moment, a voice suddenly chimed in: "He's with us, let him in."
Zhang Miao, wearing a deep V-neck black chiffon dress, looked mature, mysterious, and sexy.
She was holding a cigarette in her hand, striding towards Yang Gang.
Seeing this, the receptionist wisely stepped aside.
