Wen Shuhong: I Was Too Shallow...

After bidding farewell to his acquaintances on Ideal Island, Lin Qiye went to the rental hall of the refining room.

The attitude of the front desk was particularly attentive.

"Sir, you are looking for that little girl, right? Is there anything you need my extra help with? Feel free to say anything."

Lin Qiye shook his head. "I have the key. I'll go look for her myself."

"Okay. If you need anything, you can call us directly."

Lin Qiye was, after all, a young master from a wealthy family. Being a little more respectful to him would bring benefits but not harm.

Thus, the front desk looked at Lin Qiye's back.

"My daughter is also at this age. Should I call her over? If I can hook a son-in-law like this, wouldn't it be a meteoric rise?"

The front desk thought so.

In fact, it was the 3,600th time he had scouted a young man for his daughter. There were over 3,600 young people that had moved his heart.