The receptionist, visibly impatient, said, "Let me warn you, the person on the top floor is one of Jiangcheng's famous rich second generation. If you really offend him, you might be in trouble."
Xiao Feng scoffed, "I don't care how many generations of wealth he has. All I know is that he's occupying a room that should be ours. Now, he's going to get out of there for me."
Seeing that Xiao Feng and his companions wouldn't listen, the receptionist also got a bit angry. Since you're asking for trouble, then so be it.
With this thought in mind, she picked up the phone on the desk and started dialing.
Zhou Jiwen completely didn't expect Xiao Feng to be so direct and couldn't help but feel a bit regretful.
After pulling Xiao Feng aside, Zhou Jiwen whispered, "Why don't we just let it go? Better avoid trouble when we can. The rich second generation doesn't matter, but most of them have strong backgrounds. Provoking one is like provoking a whole bunch."
