Wei Ling walked out of the Imperial Mansion with an ugly expression. As she walked down the stairs, her anger had not subsided. Her face was dark, and the corners of her mouth drooped.
Qiao Chen followed behind her and turned back to look at the Imperial Mansion's door in deep thought. She then caught up to her and said softly, seemingly unintentionally, "I wonder who booked the place. The manager didn't even give you face."
"Hmph." Wei Ling suppressed her anger, but her eyes also lowered as she said calmly, "Beijing is filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. I'm not as powerful as you think. I'll always meet someone who doesn't give me face."
"But…" She paused and walked to the car. Then, she stopped and looked back with a complicated gaze. "This is the first time I heard that this place can be booked. I think the person who booked this place has a high status. He's at least the kind of person who goes on news programs."
