"I'm a friend of Miss Deng, she left her wallet with me earlier when we were having tea," Su Ziceng thought for a moment and took out a Hermes clutch from her bag.
The receptionist recognized the expensive wallet and said, hesitantly: "I'm sorry, Miss, I'm afraid you've mistaken someone. The lady who went in earlier was Miss Liao. Moreover, the gentleman has instructed not to disturb them now, you see..."
"Miss Liao? You must be mistaken; her surname is Deng, and I'm certain of it," Su Ziceng insisted strenuously.
"We would not have made such a mistake, Miss Liao is our regular visitor," the receptionist bowed her head to check the registration list again, replying politely. Clearly, in their eyes, Su Ziceng was not to be underestimated. Taking advantage of her looking down, Su Ziceng leaned forward and caught sight of a strange name.
"Miss, you can't do this," the receptionist, frightened by this elegantly dressed but unconventional young lady, quickly pulled the list back.
