"I'm in a hurry right now."
"I'm sorry..." The receptionist had only uttered this one sentence from start to finish.
"I'm suspecting that bastard, Gu Zichen, died in the room." Qiao Xiguan yelled.
The receptionist was startled, "But miss, our hotel really doesn't allow us to arbitrarily open guests' room doors, and you said the guest is dead in the room, uh, do you have evidence?!"
"Seeing it would be the evidence!" Qiao Xiguan's anger flared.
"... Miss, we really can't do that."
"What do you need in order to open the door?" Qiao Xiguan was so angry she could spit blood.
"Unless you prove your relationship with the guest, otherwise we can't easily open a guest's door." The staff member said.
Relationship?!
She suddenly remembered and quickly took out her bag.
Since she had always been thinking about divorcing Gu Zichen, the marriage certificate was still with her.
