"Sure, do you have rooms?"
"Of course, please write your names here."
As he spoke, Williams walked over to the front desk, pulled out a guest register, and Duanmu Huai signed his name on it. After that, he took the register and flipped through it.
"By the way, I'm looking for someone who should've stayed here, his name is James Fraser, have you seen him?"
As he spoke, Duanmu Huai pulled out a photo from his pocket and handed it over. Spotting the photo, Williams stared closely at it, while the elderly man in the wheelchair just shook his head silently.
"Sorry, I don't recall seeing this young man. Unfortunately, he hasn't stayed here."
"Oh."
Duanmu Huai took back the photo, watched the others sign their names on the register, then looked at the two old men again.
"By the way, it seems like there's a page missing from the back of the guest register?"
"Ah, that's because I accidentally spilled the tea cup and dirtied that page, so I tore it out."