Gao Song quickly pulled Qiao Xiguan toward him, letting her entire body lean against him. "Please open a room for us. She's pregnant and urgently needs to rest."
"But..." The receptionist hesitated. Their identities hadn't been verified, so check-in wasn't allowed.
Additionally, for reasons unknown, the system was inexplicably buffering, unable to respond even after a long wait.
This had never happened before.
"Since we're already here, what reason do you have to doubt us? If anything happens to her, I'll definitely seek justice from Mr. Abed!" Gao Song enunciated each word forcefully.
The receptionist appeared at a loss.
Her gaze shifted to Qiao Xiguan, noting the high-end Arab attire she was wearing—clothing reserved exclusively for nobles.
Her demeanor changed immediately, as she hurriedly said, "My apologies, sir. Please come inside."
She then instructed an attendant lady to escort them inside.
