"Ms. Zhang Wang Xiu, what on earth is this hell you bring for me today?" The manager inquires, buttoning his crisp black tailored suit and still looking freshly clean with his black brush-up wet hair from the gel that smells like an expensive perfume for men.
"Can we talk somewhere private?" Wang Xiu asks, her voice is stern unlike the cheerful tone of the manager that greeted them.
The manager brings out his gold card from his chest pocket inside his suit. This particular item can access any door or every room in the hotel and Mr.Zhou chose to open the door of an unoccupied room beside Wang Xiu for them to discuss the incident.
Inside, they decided to sit on the couch first before they talked about the occurrence. Wang Xiu rests his body against the cushion of the sofa while Li Jun sits beside her holding the towel with ice on his swollen knuckle.