Chen Feng had just been chastising Shen Fanyun, telling him not to wander off and cause unnecessary trouble. The very next second, Shen Fanyun strode into the lobby as if no one else existed.
The hotel staff were, of course, perceptive. The manager who had been dealing with Chen Feng shrank back, followed Shen Fanyun's instructions, and vanished without a trace. They wouldn't dare be negligent.
"Mr. Shen, right this way, please." Another manager quickly took over, responsible for personally attending to Shen Fanyun for the duration of his visit, while Chen Feng and Old Master Su were completely ignored.
This… Chen Feng swallowed hard. Something is wrong. By all rights, the hotel's senior staff should be fawning over me, the rightful young master. So why are they catering to Shen Fanyun instead?
"Mr. Shen, do you have a reservation, or should I arrange a room for you now?" the new manager inquired.
