Looking at the spectacular and luxurious hotel in front of her, along with the people clearly from a different world coming and going, Ma Qiaolan began to get cold feet.
"Come on, let's go in."
Xing Ying called to her companions, pulling Ma Qiaolan toward Haijiang Hotel.
Ma Qiaolan felt very uneasy in her heart, her body retreating, and a forced smile on her face: "Senior Xing, I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable, I want to go back."
As soon as she spoke, Xing Ying's expression changed immediately, her eyes dimming.
Her words were ambiguous: "Junior, are you trying to disrespect me?"
Seeing the speed of her face change, Ma Qiaolan tightly pursed her lips.
Especially since the other person had been full of smiles a second ago, and now had turned somber.
Seemingly noticing the fear on Ma Qiaolan's face, Xing Ying laughed: "Alright, alright, I was just teasing you. I know you're not used to it yet, hang out with us a few more times and you'll get used to it."
