"You mean this?"
Zhou Yi's face showed a touch of helplessness. Before he could answer, they heard a loud and arrogant voice from inside the restaurant, "What kind of crap is this? Trying to salt me to death?"
Huh?
Li Xiaobao and Wu Fengqing hadn't even stepped into the United Hotel, when they heard the domineering voice from within.
"What the hell did you make?"
"Look at this, look! What's inside? Look at what's in your dish? Flies? Are you trying to kill people or what?"
Hearing the aggressive voice inside, both Li Xiaobao and Wu Fengqing couldn't help but frown and turned to look at Zhou Yi.
"Ah!"
Zhou Yi looked at the two men and sighed helplessly.
Li Xiaobao, seeing Zhou Yi's expression, didn't say anything and walked into the hotel with a somber face.
Upon entering the hotel, Li Xiaobao felt that the atmosphere was different from before. The normally bustling place was nearly empty, indicating that the guests who had parked outside were likely in the private rooms.
