Enduring the enormous pain coming from her body, Xiang Tingxue rushed to the 26th floor's presidential suite as if there was no one around.

The corridor was as silent as before, the red carpet silent, but a young man had obviously appeared in front of Presidential Suite 026.

The young man was in his early thirties, tall, expressionless, and dressed in a black suit that made him look like an emissary from hell.

But after seeing him, Xiang Tingxue's worries for him finally disappeared. Because he was here, and Zhen Haolin was here as well.

His name was Liu Yong, Zhen Haolin's personal chauffeur. He was the same as Zhen Haolin, and there was not a hint of humanity on his ice-cold body.

"Miss Xiang, Director Zhen is waiting for you inside." Liu Yong's cold voice did not stop him from being a gentleman. He expressionlessly reached out and opened the door for Xiang Tingxue.

Xiang Tingxue did not care about Liu Yong, she rushed into the room like a gust of wind, took off her clothes and hat, and cursed: "Zhen Haolin, you son of a bitch, if you have the ability you can kill me.

Liu Yong, who was standing by the side of the door, had a face full of black lines. In this A city, most likely only Xiang Tingxue would dare to speak to Zhen Haolin in such a manner, no wonder Zhen Haolin insisted on pestering Xiang Tingxue.

The room had already been tidied up. Zhen Haolin washed his body clean and refreshed, he had changed into a black Armani suit, his slender and fit body had been beautifully cut and drawn, with an extremely domineering aura, showing no doubt. He sat on the sofa with satisfaction, his long legs superimposed on each other, his handsome face revealing a devilish charm.

She had a black notebook on her leg and a shiny, new magazine on her right hand. Hearing Xiang Tingxue's scolding, he did not react, and only stared at the notebook, her lips curled into a cold smile: "Xiang Tingxue, you are too heartless. My heart … I was really hurt by you. "

"What do you want?" It was 11: 10, still fifty minutes before midnight. Xiang Tingxue did not have the leisure to recall Zhen Haolin's act of sleeping, nor did she have the time to bicker with him. She immediately went to the main topic of asking for money.

Zhen Haolin did not reply. Instead, he slowly read the words on the computer, "Xiang Tingxue, 19 years old, height 168 cm, weight 45 kg, blood type AB, national. He was a sophomore at MA University and had excellent results. He received a scholarship throughout the year and participated in the school's work-study program. He also had many part-time jobs outside of his university. He frequently participated in volunteer activities and missed classes, but his grades were always high and he could still be considered friendly with his classmates. His best friend was Mi Li, who stayed in the same dorm as him, and the two of them often snuck in together. "You guys have a lot of men, and they're all out-of-school students. However, none of these men have anything to do with you. This is what I'm most satisfied about."

Xiang Tingxue's angry eyes suddenly flashed, and a bad premonition rose in her heart. She frowned: "You're investigating me?"

Xiang Tingxue's face was still covered by the black mask, so she raised his head to look at her. His sharp and wise eyes were as cold as knives as they met her eyes, but her voice was extremely lazy, "Do you still need me to investigate? Xiang Tingxue, I can't believe you are only nineteen. But no matter how I look at you, I don't think you are nineteen, but instead twenty-nine. What makes you so lean and precocious? "What makes you so greedy for money?"

Her eyes were filled with rage, her heart beating faster than a moment, Xiang Tingxue's hand could not help but clench into a fist.