Wen Mian tried to dodge the attack.
But no matter how she dodged, her hands were firmly restrained by the other person.
The woman took a deep breath, her eyes piercing with a different kind of emotion.
"You..."
"I said, don't move, or I'll show you the strength of my hand directly!"
The man didn't say anything unnecessary.
But his threat made Wen Mian tremble inside.
Meanwhile.
"Hello, do you have a reservation?"
Pei Zhiyao and Yan Jun suddenly burst in.
The security at the door was brushed aside by the two.
Seeing Pei Zhiyao's threatening appearance, the lobby manager immediately stepped out and asked:
"Are you here to check in, or are you looking for someone?"
Pei Zhiyao slapped his phone on the counter, his voice sharp as if making a threat.
"Looking for someone. Which room is Wen Mian in?"
The lobby manager seemed to know something.
But his eyes shifted and he said nothing.
This made Pei Zhiyao even more curious.
His resentment towards him deepened.
