The front desk, "..."
The guest in Presidential Suite 801 was specifically informed by a phone call from the top. Thinking about how the person said to hurry, the Armani store was right across the street as soon as I stepped out.
She personally went over, bought ten ties, and delivered them to the suite door.
Qin Shaonan opened the door, took the ties, "Find Mr. Qin Moting for payment."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was slammed shut.
He picked up Qiao Qiao, "Don't move, I'll dress you."
He grabbed her arm, slipped the bathrobe's sleeves onto her, and took a tie to bind her arms tightly together.
Qiao Qiao was uncomfortable.
Qin Shaonan glanced at her, then bound her legs with another tie, picked her up, and walked out of the suite with the remaining ties in hand.
Along the way, from the elevator to the hotel entrance, until getting into the car, they were the center of attention.
