Looking at that somber face, it was impossible to guess his thoughts, and the hotel manager was filled with trepidation, unsure of exactly what had gone wrong.
Just as he became drenched in sweat from anxiety, Li Yuan spoke, "You can leave now."
His voice was low, devoid of any discernible emotion.
But the hotel manager was still somewhat puzzled, "And you?"
Li Yuan turned his head, his narrow, cold eyes glancing at the manager, "Dining. Are you going to accompany me?"
Upon hearing this, the hotel manager was momentarily stunned, then suddenly understood.
Indeed, it was already mealtime, so the president wanted to dine in his own hotel restaurant, right?
Thinking of this, the manager smiled a bit, "I'm not qualified to dine with the president, please feel free, I'll just wait on the side."
"No need, you're an eyesore!"
The manager paused, his smile became slightly stiff, "Then, do as you please. Call me if you need anything."
