Spring lassitude and autumn fatigue plagued the hotel front desk past noon; drowsiness was inevitable until the elevator door opened, jerking the attendant to full alert. The person who approached was a cold-faced tall man wearing sunglasses, handing her two identity cards.
"Check in."
His expression was cold and stern, more like he was there for revenge than to check into a room. Any trace of sleepiness vanished from the front desk attendants.
"Okay, please wait." The attendant took the identity cards and glanced at them. "For checking into the hotel, you definitely need the identity cards of the individuals present."
"They are over there." The attendant nodded towards Jiang Jinsang who was standing to one side, half-embracing a woman.
One could only see the back of her head, his long arm wrapped around her waist, revealing only a segment of her fine, soft waist.
"King-sized bed or..."
"Presidential suite."
