"Sir, what... what are you doing?" the waiter said with a hint of schadenfreude: "I told you it was dangerous. Look, the door is broken. According to our hotel's rules, any damaged items must be compensated for at the original price. Do you want to pay by card or cash?"
Liang Xuepeng, of course, had no idea that Ye Qing had tampered with the revolving door; he just thought he had accidentally broken it. He also didn't know how much the door was worth, but given its grand appearance, he knew it must not have been cheap.
Hearing the waiter's words, Liang Xuepeng no longer had the arrogance he had upon entering. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his mouth agape, yet he didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, Liang Xuewen came over at that time. Seeing the situation, he hurried over to pull Liang Xuepeng aside and said, "Brother, you take Qingzi upstairs first. It's not easy for us to have a family reunion; don't let this little incident ruin it. Leave this matter to me."
