It has to be said, the Emperor Grand Hotel is truly upscale. Not to mention the prime location or the magnificent decor of the Emperor Grand Hotel, even the quality of the receptionists at the door is completely different.
Those receptionists, each and every one of them, were beautiful with fair skin and long legs—absolutely on par with flight attendants in terms of poise.
When a group of more than twenty people burst in, they were still greeted with smiles. Despite the bowing and bending, one could only feel the confidence and warmth emanating from the receptionists, without a trace of obsequiousness.
Soon, the group reached the front desk, where Feng Haiyang and Zhan Yun stood.
"Good day, sir, how many people?"
"Twenty!" Feng Haiyang said.
"Do you have a reservation?" the front desk asked.
"No!"
