"Huff... huff... Excuse me, are you Mr. Qin Shi?"
Qin Shi hadn't yet reached for his knife and fork when he was interrupted by a young lady with an egg-shaped face and her hair tied up.
"Yes, that's me."
Qin Shi sighed and put down his plate.
"I'm Xia, responsible for receiving you. Sorry for the delay; there were some minor issues earlier."
The young lady with the egg-shaped face was out of breath, as if she had angrily climbed several floors in one go, her hair sticking to her cheeks.
"Are you Xia?"
Qin Shi was full of confusion.
Where did the elder in tails from earlier come from?
...
...
"Inspector Xu, you were hard to find."
Back on the seventieth floor, the old man in tails bumped into Chen Zhou, the organizer of the banquet, enthusiastically greeting him:
"My father is unwell and can't attend, but he knew you came from afar and specifically instructed me to take good care of you."
The old man in tails said calmly, nodding slightly:
