Chapter 990
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Cheng Qingchong's breathing stopped, and when Qin Yinan's eyes met hers, she lowered them subconsciously.
To ensure the quality of her service, Cheng Qingchong tried her best to ignore the pain in her chest. She used the fastest speed to adjust her emotions and raised her eyes to greet Qin Yinan politely. "Good afternoon, Sir."
She didn't call him Mr. Qin.
He had said that he didn't want to have anything to do with her.
He wouldn't be staying at Four Seasons that night, and she didn't have his information, so she chose to call him Sir.
Qin Yinan didn't respond to her greeting. In fact, before she could finish, he had already moved his gaze away to continue his conversation with Mr. Smith.
From the beginning to the end, he acted as if she was an insignificant person.
But that's right. To him, she was indeed someone unimportant.
Cheng Qingchong didn't have much time to deal with the sadness in her heart and the shock of this sudden encounter. She tried her best to ignore Qin Yinan as she turned around and led Mr. Smith and Qin Yinan to the VIP elevator.
After stepping into the elevator, Cheng Qingchong swiped her card and pressed the number for the top floor.
Along the way, Qin Yinan and Mr. Smith continued their conversation. Cheng Qingchong, on the other hand, had a smile on her face. She stood at the foot of the elevator quietly like a statue.
When they reached the top floor, the elevator door opened. Cheng Qingchong gestured for Mr. Smith to leave. After Mr. Smith and Qin Yinan exited the elevator, she followed them out. She walked past them to Room 1111, swiped the room card, pushed the door open, and invited them in.
Cheng Qingchong stood at the door and asked politely, "Mr. Smith, would you like something to drink?"
Mr. Smith shook his head and pointed at the bathroom, indicating that he needed a shower first. Then he glanced at Qin Yinan, and thinking that the man was waiting for him, he asked, "Mr. Qin, would you like something to drink?"
Qin Yinan glanced at Cheng Qingchong, but the words that came out of his mouth were directed at Mr. Smith. "Coffee."
Mr. Smith turned around to tell Cheng Qingchong, "Coffee, thank you."
Cheng Qingchong smiled. "Okay."
Just as she was about to close the door and leave, Mr. Smith called after her, "Oh, I forgot, help me prepare supper."
"Yes, Mr. Smith." Cheng Qingchong hurried into the room to grab the menu from the table and pass it to Mr. Smith. "Mr. Smith, what would you like to order?"
Mr. Smith glanced at the menu before putting it down. As he answered Cheng Qingchong's question, he opened the cupboard to pull out a pair of slippers. "Set B."
"Okay, Mr. Smith." After a pause, Cheng Qingchong asked, "Would you like your supper in the room or at the dining room?"
Then, Cheng Qingchong took the slippers from Mr. Smith, opened the plastic bag, and placed the slippers neatly before Mr. Smith's feet.
Qin Yinan, who was leaning against the table, frowned when he saw how respectful Cheng Qingchong was.
"Restaurant."
"Okay, Mr. Smith. The supper is ready. I'll send someone to call you."
As Cheng Qingchong stood up, Qin Yinan casually turned his head to look out the window.
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