C3 A Paper Tiger

When the car arrived, Yu Mu Chen didn't get off. He just gave her a name card and told her that he needed to make a phone call.

The driver helped the field check in, escorted her to her room and left.

When he returned to the car, Yu Muchen was on the phone with his secretary. "Check Professor Tian's current location …" "Yes, that's the archaeologist, as soon as possible!"

The driver guessed that Professor Tian was the girl's grandfather and subconsciously looked at the boss from the rearview mirror.

He had been driving the boss for many years, but he had never been so concerned about anyone before.

He went into the field of his room, washed his face, and fell into his big bed.

She was tired and wanted to sleep.

However, the moment she closed her eyes, the scene of her going berserk appeared in her mind!

When she came out of the airport, she shouldn't have gone to Meishang on the way. That way, she wouldn't have coincidentally seen the scene of her father and stepmother hugging and kissing!

Now that she thought about it, she felt like smoke was coming out of her head!

Had her father forgotten that her mother's ashes were buried in the maple forest in Meishang?

At the time, she had almost rushed to her father to question him.

Fortunately, he was still able to retain a bit of rationality.

She could not run out of Meishang in a fit of anger before she had even entered the house and clashed with them.

He didn't expect to almost get hit by a car.

Moreover, she didn't expect that the person who almost bumped into her car was actually an acquaintance!

Because of the fire in his heart, the field couldn't lie still. A carp got up from the bed and ran to the window to look out at the scenery.

His mind was in a mess and his heart was very annoyed!

She heaved a long sigh. She should have known that her grandfather was an experienced donkey friend. It was a scorching summer day, and he and his students were on vacation. How could he possibly stay at home obediently?!

He didn't know when he would be able to contact his grandfather. How long was she going to stay in this hotel?

Just as he was thinking, his stomach rumbled.

She was hungry!

Man is iron, rice is steel.

He was angry, but he couldn't get into trouble with his own stomach.

He quickly took out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and changed them into them. His hair was still wet, so he went downstairs with his long black hair still on. He then headed to the hotel's cafeteria.

There weren't many people in the restaurant. There were only a few well-dressed young men and women who were well-dressed.

As soon as the field appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of the group.

The air was filled with the fragrance of bathing lotion as she walked past.

Her face, which had just finished showering, was pink and rosy, with an extra touch of gentleness. It was very alluring.

The field took the plate and some food and sat down by the window.

A ruffian man came and sat beside her, his eyes wandering over her.

"Beauty, the bar downstairs has some activities today. How about we go have a look?"

"I'm not interested." He stood up and took his plate to another table.

Having his face slapped against hers, that person was extremely annoyed. He stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

The small universe in the field instantly exploded. The dining plate was thrown to the side of the table, and with a wave of his arms, he quickly slapped the other party in the face.

Pow!

A clear sound resounded in the air, extremely inconsistent with the quiet atmosphere of the meal.

The young men and women who came with the man all surrounded her when they saw her fighting.

"You have quite the guts to even hit us brothers? I wonder what kind of background we have in Bincheng? I'll let you understand it today! "

As he spoke, someone grabbed her by the hair and slammed his knee into her stomach.

The field groaned and collapsed to the ground.

The boy, who had been slapped, returned the slap impolitely. The others followed suit, slapping her in the face and pulling her hair.

Field put his hands over his head and shouted for help!

She was just like a paper tiger. She could use her mouth quite well. Fighting was really hopeless. The other party also had many people, so he could only receive a beating!

Fortunately, the hotel's security reacted quickly. They heard the noise and rushed over. The police also arrived.

A group of people were brought to the police office of the hotel. Everyone was required to show their identification cards.

Those people were all from wealthy families in Bincheng. How could they carry their ID cards with them when they were away? One by one, they said they would call home and deliver it immediately, the officer agreed.

The few of them moved to the side, muttering to themselves as they called for help.

Field's passport was in his backpack in the guest room upstairs. He was about to say that he was going to get it when he thought for a moment and also took out his cell phone to call Yu Mu Chen.

Inwardly, he was glad that he had never forgotten the numbers. With just a glance at his name card, the number was etched into his mind.

What a great 'cold'!

The call quickly connected.

"What is it?" The man's deep voice was especially pleasant to hear.

"Uncle Chen, can you come to my hotel?"

"What's wrong?"

"I went downstairs to eat lunch. I was assaulted by a guy. I retorted, but they had a lot of people. They hit me together. Now, everyone has been brought to the police office of the hotel!"

Fieldwork briefly explained the whole story, then held his breath and waited for the man's next reply.

Yu Mu Chen put down the documents in his hands, signaled his secretary to go out, and then said "Alright!" into the phone.

Not long after Field hung up, a staff member in a hotel uniform came in.

The man whispered a few words beside the officer who had made the statement, and the field was led out and placed in a separate room.

The young policeman and the hotel staff had a great change in their attitude towards her. They were very polite and even somewhat respectful. The field looked quizzically at the two men and saw that they were sweating profusely.

Soon the hotel staff came in again, carrying trays of frozen watermelon in their hands and setting them down in front of the fields.

His attitude took a 180 degree turn and the field was unclear.

When the hotel's leader heard about this, did he feel that he had let her, a customer who had just arrived, down? Did he express his apology?

As he was pondering, he heard footsteps outside. The door was pushed open, and a man with a noble demeanor appeared in the doorway.