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Europe, a picturesque little town.

In a uniquely styled building, Bai Jinxuan stood at the windowsill, looking down at the deserted street below, her expression tired.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from outside.

A woman in her twenties entered, saying, "Jinxuan, I've made some plain porridge for you. Have some so you don't starve yourself."

Bai Jinxuan turned around and looked at her emotionlessly, "He Li, how long do you plan to keep me here?"

He Li gave a wry smile, "Jinxuan, President Qin himself has ordered that you rest here for a while. We're just workers; we do as the boss says."

"So, it was President Qin."

Bai Jinxuan recalled the usually kind-looking man. Yet, she didn't feel much anger in her heart; President Qin was undoubtedly a businessman. She just didn't expect him to be so decisive, issuing orders so swiftly without giving her any time to react.