"President?"
The lobby manager stood up, clutching his waist, his face a picture of shock as his gaze fell upon Su Xuan.
His boss had just held a meeting yesterday, mentioning that the Jiang Feng Yu Huo Hotel had joined a hotel alliance. Could this delivery guy be the president?
"Boss, you've got to be kidding me!" the lobby manager cried, looking mournfully at the man who had just kicked him. He absolutely refused to believe Su Xuan was the president.
"Do I look like I have time to mess with you?!" Zhao Chengwen, the hotel's owner, immediately walked up to Su Xuan and reached out to help with the package.
Seeing this, the lobby manager didn't dare to doubt any longer and rushed over to help. Eager to atone for his mistake, he even squatted down. "Let me carry it by myself!"
