Unconsciously, they arrived at the hotel.
Arranged by Ji Chicheng, naturally, it was the best hotel in Hai City, with a resplendent lobby that made one dizzy just looking at it from the outside.
Jin Yuanyuan felt a lot of pressure.
After greeting Mr. Sun, she opened the car door and got out; she couldn't carry Zhen Cheng, so she had to wake him up.
Through the spacious revolving door into the lobby, a group of foreigners approached, led by a middle-aged man of mixed race, wearing a sharp dark blue suit, with one hand in his trouser pocket, chatting with several young women beside him.
Jin Yuanyuan brushed past them.
"Miss."
Suddenly, the group stopped, and the middle-aged man of mixed race turned to look at Jin Yuanyuan and shouted.
Jin Yuanyuan felt the voice was near her ear, unsure if he was calling her. She turned her head in confusion and met the deep blue eyes of the mixed-race man.
"You look somewhat familiar to me."
