C875 Discrimination

"Mr. Anton, you still haven't told me how you guessed my identity," Hwa Feng inquired.

Anton, having poured himself a cup of coffee, took a seat across from Hwa Feng. His attire and silhouette were impeccably neat, free of any superfluous detail or an ounce of fat. With a playful lift of his lips, he revealed, "The manager of the hotel you visited is a friend of mine