"Then... I don't want to be in your way. I'll go first." Xia Xin didn't want to make him angry here. She took the bag and walked a few steps, then looked back at the man in the empty corridor. He was dressed in black and black, and his slender and handsome body was full of the smell of a rich man.
Such a man made her only feel an unreachable and unapproachable aura.
After Xia Xin left, less than ten minutes later, a middle-aged man quickly came over with two bodyguards.
"Young master! What's wrong with you?" Ah Yong was his assistant in both the butler and life.
At this moment, looking at his noble young master whose head was covered with a circle of sand, his face was a little pale. He was also scared.
"I'm fine! I had a car accident. I had a concussion and a bleeding wound on my forehead." Gong Yuze answered lightly and got up. He had just fainted and come in.