"Feng Li's tracking talisman. Give me access," Long Zhu asserted with a natural tone once he reached the receptionist.
Unfortunate to be in the path of what he wanted right then and there, a young lady manned the reception. Hearing his less-than-polite instruction, visible flushes of pink and curling eyebrows revealed her emotional state. Whether fortunate or not, she caught on quickly once she caught sight of Long Wei after looking up. Long Wei raised his brow, waiting for her to make a mistake. How he wanted someone to rub him the wrong way to rid himself of the boiling anger creeping within him. Sadly, the receptionist was a smart lass. Her face contorted into a beautifully bashful smile. Long Wei might have mistaken the earlier pink flush for invading shyness instead of budding anger.
"Young Master Wei, sorry I didn't notice you were here," the receptionist said, bowing deeply as she spoke.
