The driver took Yan Luoxi to the hotel. It was the peak period for guest check-ins in the late afternoon, and the doorman greeted guests at the door. When he saw Yan Luoxi get out of the car, he inevitably asked her if she was okay.
Yan Luoxi smiled. Qiyuan had caught fire last night, and it made the papers this morning. She had left her phone at Tian Lingyun's house the previous night and hadn't gone to get it, so it was probably ringing off the hook.
Sure enough, as soon as she entered the lobby, she saw the hotel staff looking at her expectantly. Seeing her unharmed in front of everyone relieved them.
Yan Luoxi thought to herself that her hotel was actually a warm family. Though there might be conflicts and disagreements at times, their concern during significant events was heartwarming.
She nodded in acknowledgment, using her eyes to reassure everyone, and then turned to head towards the elevator.
