Mr. Mu and Mr. Liu hurried down from the second floor. Mr. Liu grabbed the beauty who was almost hit just now, looked up and down, with dark clouds on his face, and said angrily: "Lao Mu, this is your hotel, you can do it!"

The manager shivered, and the young men who had arrived in the lobby also shivered, quietly putting down the melon seeds in their hands, and did not dare to whisper again.

Inside and outside the hotel, storms are coming.

Yang Yuying chuckled: "Old man, don't affect everyone's interest during the New Year."

She leaned forward and lowered her voice: "Check it first and see if it was an accident."

Mu Nanping sneered: "Accident? How many accidents can there be in the world? This hotel has been open for 80 years. I have met many accidents many times. When did it really happen?"

Before he finished speaking, he calmed down.

He reached out and took Yang Yuying and slowly went to the private room. Liu Shulan waved his hand: "Don't look at it, eat as much as you should, drink as you should, and during the Chinese New Year, everyone is busy."

If you have any grudges and disputes, it will be too late to clean up after the Chinese New Year.

After saying that, the two old men and Yang Yuying entered the private room on the second floor. The young men in the lobby looked at each other, and there were thousands of words for a moment, but they didn't know how to express it.

Liu Sixiao and Liu Nianxiao took a step back and took another step back.

The young men and ladies from the Gao family, Li family, and Mu family looked at them together: "Which big Buddha has come to the mortal world? If you two don't explain it clearly today, just sleep at the wine table."

Liu Nianxiao choked, turned his head suddenly, reached out to pull Zhang Yunhai over: "Ask him!"

Zhang Yunhai's face was full of confusion.

Liu Sixiao nodded and said, "Yes, ask him, my aunt entered Shangyu at the beginning of the year and became an artist for him."
Chapter completed!