Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Unexpectedly, a blessed middle-aged man rolled out of the hotel and walked over quickly, followed by several hotel waiters. The group of people rushed in front of her without giving her a chance to step forward, or even noticing her.

The middle-aged man opened the car door himself, then cautiously took two steps back to greet the people inside: "Mr. Xue, what brought you here?"

A silver-haired old man got out of the car. Among the tall Westerners, he was not tall. He was wearing a half-worn improved Chinese tunic suit, and his hair was meticulously combed. He looked really inconspicuous.

The aura is not small.

"I'm here to have a meal." After Mr. Xue got out of the car, he straightened the wrinkles on his clothes. He spoke in a gentle and casual manner and seemed to have no airs.

However, the hotel manager did not dare to neglect at all and asked quickly: "Have you made a reservation? Are you dining with friends or privately? I will make arrangements for you."

Mr. Xue usually does not participate in social activities and rarely comes here.

He glanced at the embarrassed hotel manager, pursed his lips, and raised his hand very casually: "No need to make arrangements."

"I'm having dinner with a friend." He pursed his lips and smiled again, putting his hands behind his back, his eyes shining brightly: "My friend invited me over."

The hotel manager was shocked and didn't know who else could invite someone of his level to make a trip in person.

But his words were very smooth: "Where is Mr. Xue's friend??"

"She has a place on the top floor." Mr. Xue mentioned a place.

The hotel manager suddenly wasn't so surprised.

Their hotels are also divided into grades.

Ordinary people will never be able to book a seat on the top floor. Since people eat at a seat reserved on the top floor, it means that the identity of the person who is treating the guests to dinner is also unusual.

The rule of life for a small person like him is to talk less and do more, so he wisely did not ask any more questions, but eagerly led the old man: "Mr. Xue, please come this way, I will take you up."

Naturally, his car has a dedicated driver to park it. The hotel parking waiter is not qualified to touch the personal car of a person of Mr. Xue's level.

The group of people entered the hotel and didn't even notice that there was someone watching them next to them.

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There was shock in Ji Ziyin's eyes, her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked up towards the top floor of the hotel.

However, from her position, she could only see the sky above her head. She had no idea who was on the top floor and who invited Mr. Xue to dinner tonight.

After Mr. Xue went up, it didn't take long for her to see a car with the Hidden Family's license plate parked quietly in front of the hotel.

This time the hotel manager didn't come out, maybe because he hadn't sent Mr. Xue back yet or something. Only the hotel parking attendant was outside helping to open the door.

An energetic old lady in her sixties got out of the car.

The old lady's dress was also simple and low-key, except that her hair was pulled into a bun, she wore a pair of pearl earrings on her ears, and her shawl was draped over her shoulders. She looked very well-educated.

"I'll go up first, and you can go back."

"When I see the young master, I will mention it to him about going home. I just don't know if he will agree. Anyway, I will try my best to find an opportunity to mention it to him."

Ji Ziyin was far away, and the wind carried the other person's voice.

She couldn't hear clearly.

I could vaguely hear the other party talking to the driver about 'young master' and 'going home'.

She belatedly realized that the other person was just a servant, and she was even more surprised.

However, the old woman didn't waste much time at the hotel entrance. After a few words with the driver, she packed up her shawl and entered the hotel.