Uncle Biao had worked in the hotel for many years, diligently and without complaint, and was kind to everyone. How could he be that female ghost!
"Tell me, why did you do this?" Liu Chen asked.
Uncle Biao looked around the room and sighed, "Can we change the location?"
Liu Chen said to the receptionist, "Could we change the place? He has a story."
"Okay, okay."
Everyone was led to another room, Uncle Biao changed out of his red robe, sighed, and lit a cigarette before saying, "That room belonged to my daughter, I always felt she was still there."
"Your daughter?"
"The girl I told you about who was killed," Uncle Biao said.
Liu Chen and Qin Lu exchanged looks, so the story he told was his own, the girl killed by her boyfriend was his daughter?
Uncle Biao continued, "My daughter's name was Xiao Hong, and she was a very sensible child who always listened to us. But then, she got a boyfriend whom her mother and I disapproved of. The stubborn child ran away with the boy."
