Another Car with the Reclusive Family's License Plate Parked Outside the Hotel

Unexpectedly, a middle-aged man quickly walked over with a few waiters behind him. The group passed without giving her a chance to go forward. They did not even notice her.

The middle-aged man personally opened the car door and carefully took two steps back to greet the person inside. "Elder Xue, what brings you here?"

A silver-haired old man got out of the car. He was not tall like the other Westerners. He was wearing a modified Chinese tunic suit that was neither old nor new and his hair was meticulously combed, making him look inconspicuous.

However, his aura was great.

"I'm here for a meal." Elder Xue tidied the creases on his clothes and spoke gently and casually, not in the least looking like he was putting on airs.

However, the hotel manager did not dare to be negligent. He quickly asked, "Have you reserved a table? Are you eating with a friend or on your own? I'll arrange it for you."