The security guards were not afraid of Zhang Xiaowei at all and continued to mock him with abandon.
The phone at the reception desk suddenly rang, and a beautiful woman who was watching the commotion hurried to answer it.
Her face changed dramatically, and she quickly nodded in agreement.
"Director Jing, I understand," she said.
Then she hung up the phone and quickly walked out from behind the reception desk, sprinting toward the entrance.
The security guards had no idea what was going on and were even happier when they saw the receptionist approaching.
"Xiao Mei, you've come at the perfect time. Let me tell you, this kid is so ridiculous. With that lousy appearance, he actually claims to know our Director Jing! Hahaha, isn't that hilarious?" one of them said.
While the security guards laughed triumphantly, the receptionist could not muster a smile at all.
"Are you Mr. Zhang Xiaowei?" she asked.
"That's me, what's the matter?" Zhang Xiaowei coolly retorted.
