Under Fengluo's gaze, Goethe's old face could hardly hold its expression. His complexion shifted from yellow to cyan, to purple, and finally to pitch black, looking just like someone performing a face-changing act.
"You ask who I am? I am the owner of this grand hotel!"
Goethe let out an angry snort. "You don't even recognize me? What kind of guard are you? I don't remember hiring you."
Chapter 77