Xiaohui had added both Liu Qingqing and Hua Jian to the group chat.
When she added them, the group was in the middle of a lively discussion. The unread messages soon passed ninety-nine, and no one noticed the two new members.
Hua Jian frowned as he scrolled up through the chat history.
Most of their conversation was just bragging.
As it happened, the "high school classmate of Hua Jian's" Xiaohui had mentioned was enthusiastically joining in.
They just weren't talking about Hua Jian at the moment.
He read for a while, then found it so boring that he left the chat and looked out the car window.
Haiping Hotel.
On his first night after transmigrating into the novel, he had spent the night here with a stranger.
He soon got out of the car with a frown.
But two months had already passed since that night.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir. Due to an error by one of our staff, the security footage from two months ago was deleted. We sincerely apologize."
"Deleted?"
"Yes, sir. We generally keep footage from public areas such as the corridors and lobby for three months. Unfortunately, the footage from the VVIP floor you mentioned was accidentally deleted. We did try to recover it, but we weren't successful."
The manager looked helpless, and Hua Jian was deeply disappointed.
"Then may I ask whether anyone else came to check the footage from that floor before I did?"
The manager's gaze shifted slightly. "Yes. They were guests looking for things they'd lost. But I'm sorry, that involves our guests' privacy, so I can't show you."
Hua Jian understood, of course, and didn't press him. "All right, I understand. Sorry for the trouble today."
The manager watched him enter the elevator, then immediately made a call.
"Hello? This is