Yao Juan did not hesitate and immediately sent it privately to Wan Qiang.
Wan Qiang calculated as she looked at it, her tone suddenly urgent, "Go to Jinghong Banquet Hall, they are there."
After getting the address, Yao Juan packed up her things immediately and went out with her cell phone.
The number of online viewers in the live broadcast room has exceeded 50,000. With more people, there are naturally more voices of discussion.
[After hearing about the Jinghong Feast, the evil DNA deep in my heart started moving again]
[You're not alone upstairs. People there are having too much fun. I can't help but have wild thoughts too O(∩_∩)O haha~]
[To be honest, I was lucky enough to go there once, and it's not a place for serious people.]
[The most famous place for the Jinghong Banquet is the Seven Club]
If you don't understand, then ask: since it's a very fancy club, what did Aunt Yao's husband do with her daughter?
【Isn’t that what I think it means?】
[Fuck, don't scare me, I'm most afraid of this kind of unethical drama...]
Wan Qiang casually scanned the comments in the live broadcast room and couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Netizens are knowledgeable and are indeed the group that knows the truth best and is closest to it.
I just hope Yao Juan can make it in time.
Otherwise, such a young life might not live to see tomorrow's sun.
…
Yao Juan drove to the Jinghong Banquet Hall by herself. She ran red lights and speeded all the way, driving her car as if it were a racing car.
When she arrived, she parked the car directly at the door, angrily threw the car keys to the security guard, and hurried to the front desk, "I'm Yao Juan, Fang Zhijie is my husband, where is he?"
Jinghong Banquet Hall is not an ordinary place. Yao Juan revealed her identity, but the receptionist did not tell her where Fang Zhijie was.
They wore official and distant smiles on their faces. "Mrs. Fang, if you want to talk to Mr. Fang, you should call him directly. We don't have the authority to provide guests with privacy."
"I'm his wife. I have the right to know where he is." Yao Juan became even angrier and even pulled out her marriage certificate. "You've rejected me time and again. What's going on here? Do I have to call the police?"
If it were an ordinary place, they might give in at this time, but the boss behind the Jinghong Banquet is not an ordinary person. They are not afraid of Yao Juan making a fuss, nor are they afraid of the people above coming to investigate. Anyway, the boss behind the scenes can settle it in the end.
"Mrs. Fang, we're running a legitimate business. If you want to call the police, then do so."
Just at this time, another guest came, and the receptionist ignored Yao Juan and greeted others warmly.
Yao Juan was so angry that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were trembling.
She pulled out her phone to call the police. When she unlocked it, she saw that Wan Qiang was still connected to the livestream. Her emotions calmed down considerably. She walked a little further away with her phone before calling out to Wan Qiang softly, "Master, what should I do now? I can't find them."
Wan Qiang: "Let me help you calculate, wait a moment."
[This Jinghong Banquet is outrageous. Even a small receptionist is so arrogant. I wonder who is behind it?]
I feel like this is a huge problem. Is there anyone from the relevant department who can check it out?
[Brother above, are you still asleep? Checking the Jinghong Feast? Are you tired of living?]
How do you say it?
[Rumor has it that the boss behind the Jinghong Feast is a very powerful tycoon. Even important figures have to give him some respect when they meet him. Do you think anyone would dare to investigate?]
[Hahaha, officials protect each other...]
[Oh no, meeting adjourned]
Amidst the barrage of comments, Wan Qiang spoke again, "Sixth floor, three sevens."
Upon hearing this, Yao Juan walked to the elevator entrance, but found that the elevator could not be taken easily. A special card was required to swipe.
She was here to cause trouble, so why would anyone from the club help her?
Wan Qiang: "Take the fire escape."
Yao Juan: "There's no fire escape. There are no signs anywhere."
"Yes." Wan Qiang instructed Yao Juan, "Now walk out of the Jinghong Banquet Hall and walk around 300 meters to the back of the building. There you can enter the fire escape."
Yao Juan did as she was told and quickly climbed up the stairs to the sixth floor and found three of the seven private rooms.
The door of the box was closed and it was locked with a combination lock, so Yao Juan couldn't get in at all.
Wan Qiang: "Point the camera at the combination lock."
Yao Juan continued to do as she was told.
Wan Qiang stared at the combination lock for a while and said, "..."
"You enter the password and go in."
Yao Juan entered the password with trembling fingers and the door opened.
The situation inside the house directly shattered Yao Juan's three views.
There were four pot-bellied men surrounding a pretty young girl, doing all sorts of outrageous things to her.
Well, that's what men do to women.
This little girl was none other than Yao Juan’s biological daughter: Fang Kexin.
Fang Kexin seemed to have been fed something, with an indescribable joy on her face, one could even say... crazy.
"Kexin." Yao Juan screamed, ran over frantically, and slapped one of the men loudly. "Fang Zhijie, are you still human? Kexin is your biological daughter, how dare you? How could you do this to her?"
After questioning her husband, Yao Juan discovered that the other three men who had done this to Fang Kexin with him were also acquaintances and had been friends with her husband for many years.
Yao Juan staggered a few steps, "You...you...I'm going to kill you."
Shouting, Yao Juan grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table and stabbed her husband Fang Zhijie first.
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