The beautiful eyes slightly squinted, and her body stepped back, avoiding the man's hand that was reaching to grab her.
"Mr. Summer, you've been to the hotel so many times, you shouldn't have trouble turning on the TV..."
The greasy man saw Arabella Vanderbilt's keen vigilance at that moment and couldn't help but get a bit anxious.
"But it just won't turn on!"
Arabella nodded, "Then I'll notify the maintenance department to come up and have a look! Febriana Clemens, contact the repairman to come and take a look!"
"Okay!" Febriana immediately nodded, took out the intercom from her body, and tuned to the maintenance department's channel.
"But you... aren't you going to come in and take a look first? Maybe you can make it work with a touch?"
Arabella gave a slight, cold smile, "Mr. Summer, you must be joking, I'm not that miraculous."
"But..."
"Hello, maintenance department? This is the front desk, the TV in room 1613 won't turn on; please send a repairman up."
