Chapter 321 The Voice From Hell

Pei Wanling looked at the bodyguards outside in horror with a look of horror.

The bodyguard didn't even look at her, but responded, "Miss Biao, we belong to the Du family. The master is coming soon. He told you to wait in the room and wait for him obediently."

"Cousin?" When Pei Wanling heard this, her face turned pale with fright.

Finally, what I least wanted to face came true.

"Biao...Isn't my cousin in Dizhou? When did he come to H City?"

...

The bodyguard at the door stood upright and looked straight ahead, with no intention of answering Pei Wanling's question.

Pei Wanling felt that her hands were trembling, she sneered: "Then can I go talk to my friend? He came with me, but I can't contact him now."

After that, Pei Wanling wanted to walk towards Li Junhao's room. Let him help call to rescue her.

Who knew that just as she was about to take a step, the bodyguard reached out and stopped her.

"My friend is next door. If you are worried, just accompany me. You can just stay at the door."

Even though the bodyguard was so vulgar, Pei Wanling was still good at talking, for fear of offending the other party.

However, the other party still did not allow her to take a step out of the door.

Pei Wanling knew that they would definitely not let herself find Li Junhao, and it was even possible that Li Junhao had already been controlled by them, so she could only close the door and quickly called her father.

However, her dad's phone also went through and no one answered.

Pei Wanling didn't give up, she picked up the hotel's landline and called Father Pei again, but there was still no answer.

Pei Wanling's head was empty, and her heart was extremely frightened.

The Du family was originally a big family. The family head descended to Du Yanzheng, and there were seven brothers. Not to mention the side branches of the Du family, it would be even more powerful.

Du Yanzheng was just a child adopted by her grandfather. When grandfather handed over the heir, he was going to hand over the Du family to Du Yanzheng, who was only 18 years old. It is conceivable how many people objected.

12 years have passed in a flash, and now everyone only knows the eldest son of the Du family. The rest are like the side branches. Although they are still alive, no one resists. Everyone is silent. A group of people who are clearly still alive now seem to be dead. In the same way, life is very low-key.

Of course, except for Du Yanzheng's supporters.

It's enough to see how powerful her big cousin's methods are.

In the next few minutes, Pei Wanling even dialed 110, but the result was that no matter what phone number she used, no one answered.

In the end, she had to compromise.

Get dressed obediently, sit down on the sofa, and wait anxiously for Du Yanzheng's arrival.

Du Yanzheng arrived in the early hours of the morning.

At this time, Pei Wanling had fallen asleep on the sofa because she was depressed.

The door was slammed open by the bodyguard, causing Pei Wanling to bounce off the sofa in fright.

Du Yanzheng walked in wearing a well-cut and meticulously ironed pure black suit with dark lines.

He was tall and tall, and he was supposed to be a gentleman's suit, but he gave off a taste of iron and blood.

"Big... big cousin!"

Pei Wanling stood up nervously, her drowsiness only took half a second to be swept away by the fright.

She looked at Du Yanzheng with flickering eyes, but what she met were those deep eyes mixed with a bit of sharpness and cruelty, like a sharp sword poking straight at her, which instantly disappeared between her brows.

Pei Wanling's body trembled with fright.

"You are fine."

Du Yanzheng's voice seemed to come from hell.