Upstairs in the hotel.
Boss Jiang, wrapped in a robe, stood by the window, his golden belt exuding an air of opulence. He watched the proprietress downstairs delivering her speech.
Beside him was Pei Yunxi.
Her hair flowed like clouds, cascading over her fragrant shoulders.
The silk nightgown she wore was sheer and cool.
She must have been woken up by the noise outside.
These refugees are truly a disturbance to peaceful dreams.
"Lies! There are so many branches of the Peace Hotel, there must be a way!"
Du Enqin's explanation was not accepted, with absurd cries continuously emerging.
"Yes! You must be hiding food; let us into the warehouse to see if you dare!"
Pitiful people inevitably have detestable traits.
Where do they get the nerve to even raise their fists?
Du Enqin was not angry, still sincerely trying to persuade, but her tone inevitably became a bit firmer.
