Song Qiao stepped forward and started ringing the doorbell.
A sound of movement broke the silent night. The lights in the villa came on, and footsteps hurriedly came. Not long after, someone stood inside and asked, "Who is it?"
There was dissatisfaction in his voice.
After all, anyone who is woken up in the middle of the night will not have a good temper.
Song Qiao didn't say anything and pressed the doorbell patiently. The people inside completely lost their patience and opened the door angrily. When they saw a complete stranger standing at the door, they narrowed their eyes and said, "Who are you? You're here in the middle of the night."
If you go crazy at someone’s house, leave quickly or I will call the police.”
Song Qiao looked at her hand that was about to point to his face with a blank expression, stretched out his hand to grab it, and broke it in the opposite direction.
"ah……"
The severe pain caused the servant inside the door to scream, "Let me go! Let me go... Someone, come quickly, get her out."
The noisy shouts immediately woke up more people, and they ran out of the room one after another, dumbfounded at the farce in front of them.
Song Qiao looked towards the second floor. Those few people had not come down yet. He probably thought that the servants could solve the problem.
She sneered in her heart. She saw the vase placed in the corner out of the corner of her eye and kicked it. With a crisp cracking sound, Song Qiao said in a cold voice, "Call the master of your family."
"Hurry, call the police, call the police!" the servant screamed.
Song Qiao ignored their voices and walked directly inside. Along the way, anyone who could be pushed down was pushed to the ground. The crackling movement made the servants behind him scream in surprise.
Several people wanted to join forces to control Song Qiao, but Gu Jingting, who was standing behind her, took steps to block her.
With the cold aura all over his body, just standing still is scary enough.
After a few minutes of such commotion, movement finally came from the second floor. Hao Xuemei, wearing pajamas and a shawl, hurried downstairs. Seeing the mess in the living room, she was so angry that she scolded, "You guys are all trash.
What are you doing for food?”
"With so many people, you can't stop two people. Why are you still standing there? Drive them out!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at Song Qiao, who had a cold expression on her face, and her face was livid with anger, "Who are you? Why did you come to my house for no reason to cause trouble?"
Song Qiao walked towards her directly, and the servants quickly stood in front of her.
When she saw this, she simply stood still and smiled sarcastically at Hao Xuemei, "Don't Mrs. Rong understand other people's situation first before making trouble for them?"
Hao Xuemei was a little confused at first, but after a moment's pause, she suddenly came to her senses.
This is Song Qiao!
After Rong Luoyin came back to complain some time ago, Hao Xuemei had already regarded her as a roadblock that had to be removed, but facing such a small star in the entertainment industry, she really didn't take it to heart.
So after he directly ordered his subordinates to find a way to deal with her, he never paid attention to her again.
Now that he suddenly comes to your door, is it because he was forced to jump over the wall?
Thinking about it in her heart, Hao Xuemei didn't show it on the surface. She pretended that she didn't know Song Qiao at all, and said in a cold voice, "It seems that you are just looking for trouble. Then call the police and let her go to the police station to go crazy."
The second half of the sentence was said to the servant beside her.
The servant responded and quickly found the landline. As soon as his hand touched the phone, Gu Jingting kicked a cup at his feet towards her. With a "pop", the glass exploded accurately in her hand.
"ah……"
The servant screamed in fright, and the back of his hand was scratched with blood from broken glass.
Gu Jingting stood in the center of the living room, with a solemn aura like an evil god who had just returned from hell. His eyes like a deep pool were looking in the direction of the phone.
"Whoever dares to move will suffer the same fate as that cup."
He spoke lightly, as if he was just chatting, but everyone knew that what he said was serious.
For a moment, everyone stood in the living room, no one dared to move randomly.
The corners of Song Qiao's mouth slowly curved, even if the anxiety in his heart gradually increased as time passed, he still had to pretend to be calm and calm.
She pointed at Gu Jingting and said with a smile, "I spent a lot of money to hire my bodyguard. Guess, Mrs. Rong, before the police come, should we get rid of you first, or are you this gang of useless people?"
The servants subdued us first?"
Song Qiao said this without any intention of waiting for Hao Xuemei's answer.
After a brief pause of two seconds, she continued, "I think it is more likely that we will succeed first. By then, I think you will be able to understand what life is, not, like, death."
More than that!
Just thinking about Qiqi's turbulence and pain at this moment, Song Qiao's heart felt like it was filled with magma, and she couldn't breathe in pain. She looked at Hao Chunmei in front of her, and she wished she could be crushed to ashes.
A chill ran down Hao Chunmei's spine, and she clutched the armrest, "What do you want to do?"
"You sent someone to arrest the child next to me, right?" Song Qiao returned to his expressionless face, "I'll give you three seconds to tell her whereabouts."
"Three, two..."
"I have no idea!"
Hao Xuemei shook her head.
Song Qiao's eyes grew colder. She pushed aside the servant in front of her and rushed directly to Hao Xuemei. She reached out and grabbed her wrist and said hard, "Mrs. Rong, won't you shed tears until you see the coffin?"
Hao Xuemei has been enjoying herself for decades, but she has never been provoked like this.
For a moment, she was angry and annoyed. At the same time, the pain in her wrist made her cry out, "Song Qiao, what are you doing? Let me go quickly."
Not only did Song Qiao not let go, but he tightened his grip.
She raised her left hand, holding a shard of glass that she had pinched at some point on her fingertips, and pressed it directly against Hao Xuemei's face, "You should care about this face, right?"
After all, when she was still in the Rong family, she saw that Hao Xuemei spent a lot of time and money on maintenance every month.
So far, the results appear to be good.
Compared with the year Song Qiao left, her appearance was almost the same.
"You, if you have something to say, please say it! Don't go crazy." Sure enough, Hao Xuemei's voice started to waver, for fear that Song Qiao would slap her face if his hands shook.
Song Qiao looked at her with cold eyes, "Tell me, where is the child?"
"I really don't know!" Hao Xuemei almost collapsed.
She began to curse the person who was doing the work in her heart. She didn't know how to act neatly, but she actually let this crazy woman come to her home and dared to threaten her with something.
Song Qiao didn't say anything, and slowly tightened his hand holding the fragment.
The sharp sting almost drove Hao Xuemei crazy. She screamed repeatedly, "I really don't know. Don't do anything. If you have anything to say, we can discuss it carefully."
"Tell me, where is she?" Song Qiao raised his voice.
Hao Xue almost collapsed, and she didn't care whether she wanted to hide it or not, "I asked, I'll call and ask now!"
