The taxi stopped in front of the five-star hotel, and the excited Liu Fei'er and Tang Zhuzhu were the first to get out of the car.
In front of the hotel's elegantly decorated revolving door, a uniformed doorman was yawning. Glancing at the shabby taxi, he could hardly be bothered to come over – if it weren't for the two beautiful women getting out of the car, he wouldn't even want to look.
Just when he was feeling lazy, the doorman saw a young man get out of the taxi's passenger seat. The youth was dressed very ordinarily, with sneakers and jeans, indistinguishable from anyone else on the street.
But seeing the youth's familiar face, the doorman's eyes bulged, and he scampered into the lobby in a flurry to notify the hall manager, exclaiming, "Mr. Ye has arrived!"
The manager was scolding a waiter when he heard the doorman's words and, annoyed, asked, "Which Mr. Ye? Speak clearly, how have I taught you usually?"
