Zhong Yiliu's mind was filled with Qiao Nian's matters, so he did not pay much attention to this small interlude. He turned to the front desk person and asked, "How is it? Haven't you found anything?"
The front desk person waited for a long time before finally telling him, "I'm sorry, there's no such name in our hotel's system."
"You said Qiao Nian's name isn't there? That's impossible. She's staying in your hotel." Zhong Yiliu frowned, and his eyes were sharp. "Look again."
The front desk person was in a bind. She had searched three times and found no such name in the system.
However, facing the anxious old man, she did not dare to refuse. She could only helplessly try again.
At the same time, Nie Qixing, who did not go far, also heard the conversation.
Qiao Nian.
He vaguely felt this name was familiar.
Nie Qixing recalled the girl pulling her baseball cap and her fair fingertips… He had an indescribable feeling.
Qiao?