According to Jiang Zhihao's wishes, first go to the hotel where Chen Mulan is staying to check the situation.
Ji Zimo had no objection, he still followed Jiang Zhihao's wishes.
Several people arrived at the restaurant and went directly to the kitchen, but were stopped at the door.
A man in a white chef uniform looked at them warily and asked, "What are you doing?"
"We are here to find Chen Mulan, is she here?" Jiang Zhihao asked.
"Chen Mulan? Not here!" the chef shook his head.
Ji Zimo snorted and said to Jiang Zhihao, "It seems we came by bad luck."
Jiang Zhihao frowned slightly. He saw something strange in the chef's eyes. To be precise, he was nervous.
It's fine, why is he nervous?
Especially when Jiang Zhihao tried to look in through the crack in the door, he subconsciously blocked his view. This behavior made Jiang Zhihao vaguely guess what was going on.
At this time, there was the sound of things falling inside, and faint yelling could be heard.
The chef closed the door with his backhand and said, "You should go quickly. This is the kitchen. I want to find someone to wait in the front hall."
Ji Zimo had no doubt that he was there, and was about to ask his secretary to check Chen Mulan's phone number when Jiang Zhihao suddenly said: "I'll give you another chance to open the door, otherwise, I will force my way in."
Although the chef was nervous, he felt angry because of Jiang Zhihao's words and couldn't help but cursed: "Who the hell do you think you are, giving me a chance? I'll give you a fucking chance, get out now, or I'll slap you."
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Although Ji Zimo didn't know why Jiang Zhihao insisted on entering the kitchen, the chef's scolding made his face turn black.
This is my own territory, but if the distinguished guest is insulted here, how can I lose face if word spreads about it?
He snorted coldly and ordered: "Kick the door open!"
Four bodyguards behind him immediately came forward, one of them pushed the chef away, and the other kicked open the kitchen door.
"Let me go! This is the kitchen of our hotel. If you dare to break in, I, I will call the police!" the chef shouted.
No one would pay attention to him, neither Ji Zimo nor Jiang Zhihao would take such a small person seriously.
When they walked in, they didn't go far when they saw several men yelling and cursing in the corner.
"You bitch, your legs are lame and you still have such a bad heart. I provoked you. You went to report me when you had nothing to do. Is it true that you deserve a beating?"
A tall and thick-set man, also wearing a chef's uniform, reached out and gave the person in front of him a slap. Amidst the crisp slap, the woman nestled in the corner, her face already red and swollen from the slap, covered her face helplessly.
She had no way to resist, let alone expect anyone to come to save her, so she could only endure it all silently.
"Brother An, she has a pretty daughter. This time the boss deducted 10,000 yuan from you. If she can't pay it back, how about getting it back from her daughter?" said a person next to her.
The chef who hit the person laughed strangely and said: "You kid has already thought of something good, right? But that girl is indeed pretty, I have wanted to have sex with her for a long time. Chen Mulan, you said you are just average in appearance, how did you give birth to this child?"
Such a beautiful girl?"
The woman in the corner was so insulted that her face turned red. She raised her head and said tremblingly: "This matter has nothing to do with my daughter. You guys, please don't trouble her. She will be a senior in high school soon and will take exams in the future.