The so-called "delicious food"

Duan Yanhao was wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was still wet. He was using a towel to dry it.

Although he was the president, he grew up in a military family. His grandfather had high expectations of him, so he had to take care of himself.

Moreover, he lived in the Army and was very independent.

Even though he was the president now, he was not used to having anyone serve him, let alone get close to him.

Now, only Bai Yaoyao could get close to him.

He was not used to others touching him.

Duan Yanhao was focused on drying his hair and thinking about the National affairs that they would be discussing. When he raised his head, he saw the hotel staff still standing there.

His face turned even colder."Why are you still here? Without my permission, no one is allowed in the room. Don't tell me you don't remember the hotel rules?"