Zhang Xiaobei couldn't help but tense up inside. Remembering Liu Jingjing's current predicament, Zhang Xiaobei's face turned a shade of pale in an instant.
"Hello, could you help me go over and open the door right now?" Hearing Zhang Xiaobei's request, the staff member hesitated.
"Sir, I'm afraid that's not possible. Without the customer's permission, we can't open their room without authorization," the staffer said.
"I'm her friend. Is that not enough?" Zhang Xiaobei grew anxious.
"I'm sorry, but being a friend isn't enough either. We have regulations here," the staffer apologized.
"Well then! Could you call your lobby manager over and say there's someone with the surname Zhang looking for her?" Zhang Xiaobei, having no other choice, thought of the lobby manager who had taken him upstairs earlier that day.
"Alright! I'll contact her for you," said the staffer, just as they were about to dial the lobby manager's number.
