บท 1729: Good God, Two Tables of Mahjong Players Came Over

She put down the bottle and looked up. The corners of her eyes were slightly dry as she opened her mouth and said, "Dad, Master Cheng, you…"

She wanted to ask if they were full. If they weren't, she would call the hotel staff to send them food.

However, someone suddenly knocked on the door before Qiao Nian could finish speaking.

Jiang Zongjin stood up and walked over to answer. "I'll open the door."

Qiao Nian looked at his back as he rushed to open the door. Her head hurt even more. It was as if a string had been pulled in her head, but she didn't know how to explain it to him.

Some things were too complicated to explain.

One day and one night might not be enough.

Moreover, she was not good at telling stories. It was really difficult for her to tell the entire story.

Qiao Nian picked up her phone.