The receptionist, a beautiful woman, came out with the master card and suddenly remembered that Feng Jinglei had asked her to open the door, which prompted her to speak to Qin Feimo.
Upon hearing this, Qin Feimo looked up, his charming face devoid of warmth.
"Earlier, a lady claimed she was staying with you and asked us to open the door for her. For the sake of your privacy, and since the lady couldn't provide evidence that she was indeed staying with you, we didn't open the door for her."
Upon hearing this, Qin Feimo was stunned for a moment and turned to look at the receptionist.
"A lady?"
The receptionist smiled, feeling it was necessary to mention this to him, whether true or not.
"Yes, she seemed to have an injury on her face, with a noticeable scar."
"When did this happen?"
