"Miss, please call Su Ping again. I really need to talk to him about something."
"Sir, you've heard from the assistant of that guest, haven't you? The guest is in meditation and absolutely cannot be interrupted. Can you come back in half an hour?"
Or since you know the guest, you could call his private number."
The receptionist looked helplessly at this person; those who could enter the Dragon Dynasty weren't people a mere receptionist could afford to offend.
But sometimes, there was no other way.
Indeed, the visitor wasn't anyone else but Huang Tianbing, looking weary with dark circles under his eyes.
Huang Tianbing sighed helplessly because he realized he didn't have Su Ping's new phone number.
To contact Su Ping, he had to go through the Qintian Monitor's backend, but Su Ping hadn't surfaced there for a long time. He had actually come over yesterday, but Su Ping was out.
He made a special trip early today, only to run into this situation.
No choice but to wait.
