I Want to Stay on Level Eighteen

Mr. Qing Er didn't care at all and helped Feng Qing into the hotel. The two of them had already changed their looks before they entered the city, so they weren't afraid that anyone would take photos of them secretly. Moreover, they weren't celebrities, so there was no point in taking photos of them secretly.

"Miss, please get me a luxurious suite room," Feng Qing said with a smile.

The female attendant at the front desk raised her head and looked at Feng Qing. Her eyes instantly turned into hearts. Was this demonic appearance real? Feng Qing made a strange gesture with her hands in front of her chest. The female attendant's expression was incomparably shocking. This gesture was only known to core members of A Dark Organization.

"Shh! Don't make a scene and pretend to be normal." Feng Qing whispered.

The female attendant nodded excitedly. "Ms. Feng,which floor do you want to stay on? We have luxury suite rooms on each floor."