1877: Young Master Fan, you have changed! (9)

Young Master Fan, you have changed! (9)

With a 'bang', it was like a slap on the faces of mother and daughter Xie Yun.2

Xie Yun's face instantly sank.

One had to know that Qiao Yuanfei had lived under her hands for so many years, how would she dare to give her such a look?

If it wasn't for the fact that they were here today to seek peace, she wouldn't have let Qiao Yuanfei off with this cold shoulder!

"Mom, you saw it. She was deliberately making things difficult for us and making things difficult for us. Dad even asked us to apologize to her. What right does she have?"

Qiao Yuanxi shouted as soon as she saw Qiao yuanfei close the door.

Xie Yun glared at her but didn't say anything. The phone rang first.

It was Qiao Fangfeng Calling.

He went straight to the point and asked them if they had invited her back.

Qiao Yuanxi's bared fangs and brandished her claws immediately restrained herself. She did not dare to say a single word and hid behind Xie Yun as if she was mute.

Xie Yun hurriedly explained.

"We've just arrived and haven't even spoken yet. Don't worry, I'll definitely get Xixi to apologize to Feifei today and bring her back."

Hearing this, Qiao Fangfeng gave a few more instructions before hanging up.

Xie Yun's expression turned even uglier.

"You heard it. Your father means that if we don't invite Qiao Yuanfei back today, you don't have to go back either."

Qiao Yuanxi:"..."

If it was any other time, she would have already thrown a tantrum at the eldest lady.

If she didn't go home, she wouldn't go home. If Qiao Yuanfei could stay in a hotel, couldn't she?

If she ran away from home for a few days, her father would definitely be reluctant to part with her.

When that time came, Qiao Yuanfei might still be the one apologizing to her.

But it was different now.

There were reporters outside who wanted to surround her, and there were also viral videos on the Internet. They had long recorded her appearance.

If she met those people who had been bullied by her, she might not even know how she died.

When Qiao Yuanxi thought of this, he grabbed Xie Yun's arm without saying a word.

"Mom, I'm your biological daughter. You have to save me!"

"You're useless. If it weren't for you, would I have come here to see Qiao Yuanfei's expression? Go and knock on the door!"Xie Yun dragged Qiao Yuanxi forward.

The hotel doorbell rang again and again, but no one answered.

In the end, they could only use their hands to knock.

They knocked until their hands went soft. The people in the room acted as if they didn't hear anything, showing no intention of opening the door.

In the end, the security guard of the hotel came.

"If you are not guests of our hotel, please leave as soon as possible!"

"We are here to look for someone."

The reporters were right outside. Xie Yun did not dare to say anything. He knocked on the door and was filled with anger. He did not dare to vent his anger and explained in a good tone.

Qiao Yuanxi was smart for once. She ran up to the security guard and grabbed his hand.

"My cousin is in the room. I'm sure of it, but she didn't respond even after we knocked on the door for so long. Could something have happened? "Your Hotel didn't let anyone take a look. If something really happened in the room, wouldn't you be implicated?"

"..."the security guard hesitated.

Qiao Yuanxi didn't have the time to expose her identity. She pointed at her own face and asked.

"Look at me properly. Don't you recognize who I am? "I am the eldest daughter of the Qiao family from the videos of people being beaten up online. The one in the hotel room is my cousin who was beaten up by me. Now that she has locked herself in the room, what if she doesn't think things through..."

Before Qiao Yuanxi could finish his sentence, the security guard's expression changed.

He hurriedly used the walkie-talkie to inform the front desk to send someone up to check.

"Ka-cha --"

Before the front desk of the hotel could come, the door of the room had already been opened from the inside.

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