"Oh my God! Is the bodyguard behind Qiao Jiaying a madman or what?"
"Wearing beach shorts, is he here to sunbathe?"
"Isn't he afraid of getting kicked out by Old Master Jin?"
"Hehe, Old Master Jin is highly respected, he wouldn't do something so low. But as for his ruthless grandsons, I'm afraid they'll blow that bodyguard to smithereens!"
The guests walking in couldn't help but comment on this spectacle.
Qiao Jiaying seemed oblivious, walking gracefully, her high heels making a pleasant sound.
When she reached the entrance, the hostesses bent down simultaneously: "Welcome, guests!"
The handsome and stylish waiter came over to help her with the bag.
Qiao Jiaying didn't bring a bag and politely declined the waiter's offer, entering the hotel lobby with the bodyguard under varied gazes.
The banquet was set on the top floor of the hotel, offering a view of Beijing's beautiful nightscape through the glass windows.
