The invitation was personally given by Dongfang Yu, how could there be a problem?
Lin Tian's face slightly darkened as he stepped forward.
Wangbei Mountain Hotel.
The entrance was blocked by several men dressed in hotel suits, led by a chubby man wearing glasses.
By the looks of it.
He was probably the manager of the hotel lobby.
Beside Lin Xiaoqing, Tan Liyun was kindly persuading something, occasionally curling her lips and shaking her head.
"Xiaoqing, what's going on?"
Lin Tian approached, frowning as he asked.
"Brother, you're here!"
Seeing Lin Tian appear, Lin Xiaoqing breathed a slight sigh of relief and pouted, "Brother, is there a mistake with this invitation? They say the invitation is wrong, and the handwritten signature might be a fake!"
Lin Tian took the invitation, opened it, and indeed it was a handwritten signature.
Dongfang Yu's flamboyant handwriting, this was the first time he had opened to look at it.
