The female manager heard his words and hurriedly tried to soothe his emotions, "Young Master Zhao, leave this matter to me."
Immediately, she turned to look at Ye Feng, her expression clouding over in an instant, as though his disrespect toward Young Master Zhao was a crime deserving of death.
"You... get out of here right now, the hotel does not welcome you."
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. This was the face of the hotel, jumping to conclusions without knowing the full story.
Good... truly splendid.
Liu Yanran's face also began to show difficulty in maintaining composure, regardless of anything, they were still guests here. Whether they played or not was their own business, when had they ever been despised and driven out.
"You are at least a manager, don't you know the saying 'misfortune comes from the mouth'?" Liu Yanran's icy voice rang out, even if Zhao Yuke's status was high, they couldn't just drive them away out of fear of offending him.