Buhui turned around to leave when a familiar female voice came from behind, "Xiaohe, what's going on?"
The doorman's surname was He, and everyone called him Xiaohe. Yan Luoxi followed suit, feeling it was very friendly. The doorman saluted her and said, "Boss, it's her. She wants to find a job."
Yan Luoxi had already noticed Buhui, especially that familiar figure, which always reminded her of Gu Qian. Thinking of Gu Qian made her heart ache with regret, "Hello, I am the owner of this hotel."
Buhui wanted to run away. Why did she always meet acquaintances after coming down the mountain?
But her feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move. She slowly turned around to look calmly at Yan Luoxi. In fact, she was shocked when she saw her in the mountains that day.
