She called her friend and said, I'm at the Hotel Bordeaux, where are you?
The friend's sharp voice passed through the conversation, asking himself, "Is it possible that the key has been lost?" It's in the car.
She was a little irritated. She had been waiting for a long time, and she was a little disappointed that she didn't follow the time.
Jiang Li stood by the revolving door of the hotel to take shelter from the rain. Many people came and looked at her, perhaps looking at the woven bag behind her.