Chapter 102 - Why Are You so Good to Me? (2)
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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
nAt that moment, a single thought flashed across her mind.
nSong Cheng and his group of people were simply too slow, which had resulted in them bumping into the policemen.
nNo, they absolutely could not be seen by these two policemen.
nAs this thought flashed across her mind, Qiao Lian threw herself at the two policemen without thinking.
nShe grabbed the policemen and forced them back into the elevator shouting, “You can’t go out!”
nWhen she finished speaking, the two policemen stood in stunned silence and looked at her dumbfoundedly.
nQiao Lian: …
nQiao Lian’s mind was moving a mile a minute, trying to think of a reason or an excuse. She was close to breaking out in tears.
nBoth policemen were already holding her wrist in caution. As one of them looked outwards, the other asked, “Why are you not allowing us to exit?”
nHis hand was hovering around his waist.
nThat was a… gun!
nQiao Lian was so scared that her legs started trembling. She stammered out, “Si- Sir, that- you can’t go out- I- I need to go downstairs.”
n“Why are you blocking our way from getting out just because you need to go downstairs?”
n“Ah yes, yes, why am I not letting you out?” Qiao Lian stammered. After a while, she wrenched her mouth open and said, “Ah, yes, I’ve remembered!”
nShe widened her eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva in shock. “Sir, are you not aware of this? There are… ghosts in this elevator!”
nPolicemen: …!
nQiao Lian blocked the stairway by gesturing wildly, thereby preventing the both of them from exiting. “I want to go downstairs but don’t dare to do so, because I’m afraid of ghosts. My mom said that if I run into any issue, I should approach the police. Thus, can the both of you escort me downstairs?”
nShe blinked, her heart beating wildly.
nShe could not think of any other excuse in such a critical moment.
nHowever, this excuse would only have worked if she had been a little girl of around seven or eight years old. Qiao Lian was twenty years old, so her expression… just made her seem as though she was intellectually disabled.
nAh… Intellectually disabled!
nQiao Lian’s eyes brightened and she immediately smiled sweetly again. “Sir, I’m afraid! Ooh, I need to find my mother! Can you come with me to search for my mom?”
nShe was willing to do anything for Shen Liangchuan. Thus, she was going to pretend that she was crazy for a while today.
nThe two policemen looked at each other. One of them said, “This… Is she intellectually disabled or did she become stupid due to the drugs?”
nQiao Lian’s heart thumped once. She was in trouble.
nPeople usually spout nonsense after taking drugs. Could these people actually think that she had taken drugs?
nCould it be that she would need to go to the police station as well today?
nAs she thought about this, she heard another person say, “This lady’s eyes are clear. She does not look like she has taken drugs.”
nQiao Lian immediately blinked, trying hard to make her gaze even clearer.
nSong Cheng walked over in the middle of the confrontation and said, “Xiao Lian, what are you doing here?”
nQiao Lian turned her head and saw Song Cheng. However, because Shen Liangchuan was not there as well, she could tell that Song Cheng had approached them to try to diffuse the situation.
nShe immediately became overjoyed and shouted loudly, “Dad!”
nSong Cheng immediately thought, “You idiot! I can be the father of an eight-year-old daughter, but not the father of a twenty-year-old daughter!”
nWhen she glanced at Song Cheng’s expression, Qiao Lian reacted as well. Darn it, she had been too immersed in her acting and had unexpectedly yelled the wrong thing.
nThe two policemen looked at Song Cheng with expressions of dumbfoundedness.
nSong Cheng was not in the public eye that often. As such, they did not recognize him.
nOne of the policemen had already noticed something fishy and pushed Qiao Lian away with a shove before running directly to room 888. The other policeman gripped Qiao Lian’s hand tightly to stop her from leaving.
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