The atmosphere is cold.
It lasted for about a minute or two, and to Fang Chixia's surprise, the hotel security guard came out.
The hotel she is in is relatively high-end, and the security guards will check every person entering or leaving the hotel in detail.
If you meet someone with a high status like Leng Qihan, you can't touch him, but you will come out and ask.
"Master Leng, are there only three of you?"
"Yeah." Leng Qihan responded calmly to the security guard.
"Your room has been reserved for you!" The two bodyguards bent down and made an invitation gesture to him.
Leng Qihan turned around after that and seemed to be preparing to walk towards the elevator entrance.
Fang Chixia glanced sideways from the corner of her eyes. The moment his face turned away, she quickly moved to a marble pillar closer to the door.
When Leng Qihan left, she turned her face slightly and glanced in the direction of the marble column where she had just stood.
Not seeing anything, he looked away, walked ahead and went upstairs with a few bodyguards.
"What did the young master just see?" In the elevator, one of the bodyguards continued to ask Gang's topic.
"Nothing." Leng Qihan replied indifferently.
He really didn't see anything.
Stopping and staring at the lobby quietly was just a subconscious act.
Fang Chixia watched his figure leave and listened to the sound of the elevator door slowly closing. After making sure that he would not come out again, she walked out from behind the marble pillar.
Before leaving, she raised her head and stared in the direction he just left again.
Why is he here
Fang Chixia was pondering this issue as she walked.
After getting in the car, she gave the driver the name of the hotel she was going to and looked out the window. She slowly recalled the conversation he had just had with the two bodyguards.
What were several people discussing
What business does the Leng family have in the Middle East
As the car continued to drive on the road, Fang Chixia quietly stared out the window at the vast desert. When the car turned a corner, the last time he bumped into him in the Middle East suddenly flashed through his mind.
She only came twice in total, and bumped into him both times.
Is it because he appears in this place too frequently, or is it for some other reason
In a city with a desert climate, even in the morning, the air is still so hot that it seems to be evaporating.
Fang Chixia's question about Leng Qihan kept lingering in her mind, and she was a little absent-minded all the way to the hotel where Luo Yibei was staying.
When the car arrived at the hotel gate, the Saudi driver even called her several times at the top of his voice, "Miss, we're here! We're here! You can get out of the car!"
"Thank you!" Fang Chixia came back to her senses, calmed down, took out the fare and handed it to him, opened the car door and walked out, hurried to the service desk.
"Hello!" She raised her elbow on the front desk, took out Luo Yibei's business card, and asked the front desk in unfamiliar Arabic, "Is this gentleman still staying in the hotel?"
"Sorry, miss!" The front desk clerk bowed politely to her and apologized with a smile. "Sorry, the hotel has regulations. We are not allowed to disclose any information about guests to anyone."
The expression on Fang Chixia's face froze, "Rules are dead, people are alive. This information is very important to me. Just tell me if this gentleman is still in the hotel!"
"Sorry, miss!" The two service staff lowered their heads and bowed to her again.
Fang Chixia was in a hurry to find someone at this time, and was very nervous.
She clapped her hand on the front desk, and her voice rose a little higher due to eagerness, "I am this gentleman's wife!"