After communicating with Xiang Xue Ting about the situation, Yang Fan put away his phone and returned to the private room.
Yet, up until that moment, the hotel staff had not noticed what exactly had happened in the private room.
It was a hotel with four security guards at the door and seven or eight waiters per floor. Such a ruckus inside, and yet they had shown no reaction at all. Yang Fan found it hard to believe that they hadn't noticed and felt that, at the very least, they owed him an explanation.
Yang Fan hadn't expected them to preemptively stop the boys, or to intervene after the incident had occurred, but at minimum, they should have helped report to the police.
Yang Fan's hand was already on the doorknob of the private room when he thought about this issue, and he felt an inexplicable surge of anger.
He gestured to two waiters standing not far down the hallway.
Their position from where he was was only seven or eight paces away.
