At that moment, the most vicious thoughts invaded Fang Jiyin's mind, rooted themselves insidiously, and grew wildly. She lost her reason and even contemplated a scorched earth approach.
She walked towards the banquet hall, the grand entrance of which faced the third floor reception desk.
Receptionists were changing shifts at the front desk.
"President Qin has booked the rooms; these are spare room keys for the guests, and here's the contact for the designated drivers. Around ten o'clock, we need to arrange transport for the guests."
"OK."
"I'm off then."
"Bye."
Fang Jiyin stopped in her tracks, even the heavens seemed to be aiding her.
She changed direction and headed towards the front desk.
"Hello."
The receptionist, who had not yet managed to put away the spare keys, greeted her with a smile, "Hello, ma'am, how may I help you?"
Fang Jiyin glanced at the pile of room keys: "I'd like a cup of hot milk."
"I'll contact the kitchen for you."
