The staff member looked troubled and began to explain concisely, "Miss, we often have guests who gift their partners here. You just need to leave the selected bouquet and note at the service desk."
Saying this, the staff took out a pile of notes from their pocket, picked out the one with Huang Qian's name on it, and handed it to her with a wry smile, "See, besides this note, there's a two hundred yuan tip. Really, that's all."
Qin Yiren's eyes lit up, and she took the note.
Sure enough, it only had her name and room number on it, written in neat calligraphy, just like the previous card.
Holding this clue that's not really a clue, Qin Yiren, unwilling to give up, asked, "Can I really not see the surveillance footage?"
"Really not possible. Please don't make it difficult for me."
The service personnel waved repeatedly, not daring to admit that the hotel's surveillance wasn't as comprehensive as claimed, and racked their brains to persuade her:
