After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

But how could Song Xier be a match for these bodyguards? She was dragged out with her arms held up.

Nan Zijin grabbed Qin Siyu who was about to step forward, looked at Zhuang's father and said, "Uncle Zhuang, I don't think this matter is necessarily related to Song Xi'er. The first thing now is to ask what happened to the person named Yu?"

Zhuang's mother asked back: "Young master Nan, what do you mean my daughter has anything to do with that person named Yu?"

"I didn't say that." Yu Wenze touched his nose: "Of course the person involved must know better than others."

"What do you mean by Mr. Nan's words?" Father Zhuang said with a sullen face, "Are you trying to defend Song Xi'er? Why, is there a relationship between you two?"

Nan Zijin's expression changed and he shook his head: "Uncle Zhuang, don't say this nonsense. I have always regarded Song Xi'er as my sister."

"Since it doesn't matter, then Mr. Nan should not get involved in this matter." After speaking, Father Zhuang winked at the bodyguard.

Song Xi'er was completely lifted up and walked out. When passing by the door, she raised her hands hard and hugged the door frame and refused to move.

"I'm not going. If you have anything to say, just explain it here." Song Xi'er shouted loudly: "I told you, this matter has nothing to do with me. If you want to ask something, just ask it here. I'm not going anywhere!"

But the bodyguard didn't listen to her and turned around to pick at Song Xier's hand that was holding the door open.

Song Xier held on tightly and refused to let go. In the end, her fingernails were dug out and bruises appeared instantly. The pain made her shed tears.

"Uncle Zhuang!" Shang Ji's voice suddenly came from the side.

Song Xi'er quickly looked up and saw Shang Ji putting away his cell phone and heading this way.

The man's expression was calm, and his sharp features showed an invisible darkness under the light of the corridor.

His eyes fell on Song Xier's hand, and he paused for two seconds before taking it back.

Song Xi'er endured the heartbreaking pain on her nails, blinked her eyelashes, and her blurred vision became clear.

She looked at Shang Ji intently, biting her red lips tightly and saying nothing.

Father Zhuang saw that Shang Ji's expression did not soften at all. It was obvious that he had also seen the previous photo.

"What?" Father Zhuang asked in a deep voice, "You also want to speak for her?"

"Uncle Zhuang misunderstood." Shang Ji stood still and glanced at Zhuang Lin, who was in Uncle Zhuang's arms: "It's not appropriate for Linlin to go out in this situation. Since you want to know what happened, then ask here. .”

Shang Ji looked at Song Xi'er as he spoke: "What do you think?"

Song Xier said: "Okay."

Shang Ji seemed to be helping Song Xi'er speak, but the look on his face and the tone of his words were very indifferent, making it impossible to see any favoritism.

Father Zhuang's eyebrows darkened: "If I remember correctly, Song Xi'er is no longer from your business."

"Yes." Zheng Rou came from behind: "Song Xi'er and Su Mei have left the business and are not from the business."

"So if this matter is really related to Song Xi'er, you, the banker, can handle it as you please."

After Zheng Rou finished speaking, she looked at Shang Ji: "I know that you have a good relationship with your second uncle, that's why you said what you just said, but you almost became Linlin's fiancé, so naturally our business has to help Linlin in this matter today. Lin told me."

After hearing this, Father Zhuang was silent for a few seconds and then nodded: "Okay, let's talk about it here."

After half an hour.

Inside the hotel room.

Due to successive accidents, the engagement had been canceled long ago, and all the guests who came to the engagement banquet had gone back.

Song Xier was sitting on one of the single sofas, and beside her stood two tall bodyguards in black.

Opposite her, Shang Ji sat there with half-closed eyes, his stern features were deep and indifferent, and he held a mobile phone between his slender fingers. The screen of the mobile phone was always on. Someone should have sent a message, but Shang Ji Didn't even look at it.

Zhuang Lin was arranged in a room inside. A doctor was examining her, and Zhuang's mother was accompanying her.

Father Zhuang was sitting on the other side, his face was sullen, his brows were furrowed deeply, and he said nothing.

In addition, Zheng Rou, Shang Zhenghong and two other elders of the banker were also present.

Except for Shang Ji who closed his eyes, everyone else's eyes fell on Song Xi'er, especially the Zhuang family. If eyes could kill, Song Xi'er would have died countless times.

The current situation is more serious than the three trials. Song Xier is isolated and alone.

Although she said she didn't know about it, it had nothing to do with her.

But obviously, no one believed her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room, and then a man opened the door and walked in.

"Director Zhuang, we checked clearly. The name registered in 1802 is Song Xi'er." The man said, "I also confirmed with the front desk that 1802 is indeed the room opened by Song Xi'er."

"Impossible!" Song Xi'er suddenly raised her head: "I didn't book a room."

The man turned his head: "The ID number registered by 1802 is indeed your ID card."

"But I didn't turn it on." Song Xi'er said, "If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance camera!"

"There was a problem with the surveillance." The man said, "There was no surveillance for a while."

"How could it be such a coincidence?" Zheng Rou frowned: "There happened to be a problem with the surveillance today?"

"It must be man-made." The elder Zhuang said: "Obviously someone deliberately destroyed the monitoring."

Song Xi'er wanted to say something else, but the man continued: "And I checked the second lady's mobile phone communication records, and the last two calls were all made to Song Xi'er."

"Call me?" Song Xier was stunned for a moment.

Before this, because she didn't like Zhuang Lin, she naturally didn't add her contact information.

After she separated from Shang Ji, although she had a good relationship with Zhuang Lin on the surface, she still didn't add her contact information because both of them knew it well.

So she didn't know Zhuang Lin's mobile phone number, and Zhuang Lin never called her.

"I didn't talk to Miss Zhuang on the phone." Song Xi'er said as she took out her phone and opened the call history: "If you don't believe me, take a look."

The man bent over and took Song Xier's cell phone, glanced at it and handed it to Father Zhuang.

"The two phone calls at [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] are Linlin's numbers." Father Zhuang said, looking at Song Xi'er with a cold tone: "Is Miss Song telling lies?"

"I..." Song Xier suddenly thought of something, and her expression suddenly changed.

It was Yu Wenze who called her at that time!

It was a call from a stranger, whom Song Xier didn't recognize.

It's Zhuang Lin's number! ?

"I also asked the hotel waiter." The man looked at Song Xi'er and continued: "I said you came to Genting and entered 1802 directly. Linlin was also in there at the time."

"Yes." Song Xi'er nodded: "But I'm not here to find her, and I don't know why she is there."

"Did you also buy milk tea at that time?" the man suddenly asked.

"Yes." Song Xi'er didn't understand what this had to do with milk tea: "Milk tea is for me -"

"There is something added to the milk tea." The man interrupted Song Xi'er coldly: "Second Miss and Mr. Yu are... delirious because they drank milk tea."