"Cousin, it was this guy who caused me to lose over three hundred thousand followers!"
Lin Lu's face, filled with grief a moment ago, instantly turned to anger when she saw Zhang Xiaowei, and she pointed at him and shouted loudly.
Standing by her side was a young man in a suit and leather shoes, looking every bit the part of someone with status, polished and proper.
Zhang Xiaowei gave Lin Lu a cold glance and couldn't be bothered to deal with her; he just walked towards the hotel with Qin Yuru.
"Stop right there!"
The man in the suit raised his eyebrows and immediately let out a sharp call, quickly stepping in front of Zhang Xiaowei.
"Is there a problem?"
Zhang Xiaowei knew the man was up to no good, but not wanting trouble, he asked calmly.
The suited man smiled slightly and said with a light laugh, "That should be my question to you. What brings you to our hotel?"
"Since it's a hotel, it's either for eating or sleeping, what's there to ask?"
