Seated on the far side, He Shasha clutched her chopsticks in a death grip, her knuckles turning a shade of unnatural white from the excessive force. She wanted to turn her gaze to Jing Tong, but feared exposing herself. When she saw Jiang Nanfei enter, her expression turned complex, hinting at a certain contemplative emotion.
He Rongxi felt increasingly humiliated after hearing his sweetheart's words. He waved to summon the waiting waiter.
"Hello, President He. What can I assist you with?" The familiar service staff knew He Rongxi well, who was a frequent visitor.
"Isn't this the National Hotel? How can any Tom, Dick or Harry enter here?"
The server paused, apparently not expecting President He to fall into petty disputes. Yet being professionally trained, he quickly revealed an apologetic smile.
"Please wait, as this is the National Hotel. We need to check if they are eligible for entry."
