Yes. I'm Cheng Weiguo's daughter, yet I don't know my own father's schedule...
The lady at the front desk didn't dare let Cheng Weiwan go up to Cheng Weiguo's room. She noticed Cheng Weiwan hadn't said a word and thought of a compromise. "How about this? I'll give Mr. Cheng a call. If he wants to see you, I'll ask someone to escort you upstairs. Would that be okay?"
Cheng Weiwan hurriedly nodded. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The lady at the front desk replied to Cheng Weiwan with a smile then picked up the mouse and clicked a few times. She then picked up the phone beside her and made the call.
Cheng Weiwan could tell by the numbers the lady at the front desk pressed that she was calling Cheng Weiguo's phone number.
The phone rang twice before it was picked up. The lady at the front desk politely said, "Mr. Cheng. Hello, it's the front desk of the hotel."
