Chen Peter stood anxiously outside the Song Dynasty Hotel.
Originally, someone of a higher rank than him should have come to replace him—or rather, even the branch manager of the Song Dynasty Hotel in Wudu, let alone the president, would have been quite happy to do this doorman-like job.
However, Chen Peter had been lucky enough to become the first fortunate person to receive the guest at the airport.
But at this moment, Chen Peter absolutely did not feel that this job was a beautiful assignment. More than an hour earlier, several places across Great Britain had simultaneously suffered terrifying attacks. In particular, the scene at the stadium had been horrifyingly shocking when reported on television.
Although Wudu was still safe for the time being... if something went wrong, Chen Peter truly had no idea how furious Miss Sakura—who could fire a branch president on the spot—would become.
I should have been more forceful... Even if they didn't use the prepared car, they should at least have sent two people along... Chen Peter muttered outside the hotel, burning with anxiety.
Fortunately, amid this agonizing wait, Luo Qiu and Maid Miss slowly returned from outside. Only after seeing the relaxed expressions on their faces did Chen Peter secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, Young Master Qiu, I swear to the great Shiva God that I definitely won't let you go out alone next time!" Chen Peter hurried over.
He was still wearing the clothes from when he had picked them up at the airport during the day. In fact, during these two days of Luo Qiu's stay, Chen Peter had no intention of going off duty. The hotel had plenty of rooms, and there was no problem washing, eating, and sleeping here.
"Are you worried about the attack?" Luo