Wan Xiaoxiao somewhat timidly approached the front desk, weakly asking if there was an especially large private room available.
The receptionist, taken aback by so many people, took a while before turning around, cautiously replying, "Yes, we do. Do you need one?" Are these people with some social influence coming to hang out with their subordinates?
But these people don't look like they are from the underworld.
"Uh…" Wan Xiaoxiao nodded her head.
No one told her that being an assistant was this difficult; she felt like crying.
After Wan Xiaoxiao made the arrangements, a staff member led them to the room.
As they walked by, the people in the clubhouse all turned to look.
If one could see the thoughts running through their heads, they would likely be—hell, are these underworld guys here for revenge?
As they continued, each person they encountered sparked another such thought.
