C1187 Is This a Lonely Ghost

"Miss, please. "

After seeing Zhang Yi hesitate, the doorman who was lifting the curtain quickly walked over.

She called him a doorman, but he was actually a young man in his twenties. He was dressed like a good person, but the tattoo on his arm and the passionate eyes scanning Zhang Yi's face made her frown subconsciously. She took two steps back and shook her head