C142 Young Master
"No, please..." The front desk manager immediately attempted to intervene.
The young man whirled around and berated the front desk manager, "Is our hotel open to just anyone? You must realize this is a five-star establishment, not a place for just any riff-raff to wander in!"
The front desk manager stole a covert glance at Zhang Yang and mopped the sweat from his brow
