Liu Xiongcheng, who was sitting nearby, suddenly stood up.
His voice trembled as he spoke, "I just remembered I have some matters to take care of, I'll take my leave first."
He thought Lu Xining would stop him. To his surprise, she did neither; she didn't move nor speak, leaving even Liu Shiran astounded.
Just when Liu Xiongcheng thought he had successfully escaped the interrogation in the room and pushed the door open, he met the gaze of the man opposite him.
Fu Junhang, leaning against the wall, played lazily with a knife in his hand. On hearing the noise, he looked up, and the scar on his face sent shivers down one's spine.
A dozen men in black suits stood on both sides of the door.
On the floor kneeled two bodyguards assigned by Qin Luyao for Zhang Shengnan, battered and bruised, their arms twisted at unnatural angles.
A woman's indifferent voice came from behind, "Did I say you could go?"
The next second!