The soft and weak tone of the little girl made Su Nan feel a tinge of guilt, but to prevent their deception from being discovered by the other party, Su Nan heartlessly hung up the phone. He raised his eyes, about to boast to someone, only to meet a pair of sharp, dark eyes. Bao Shaojin’s raised eyebrows slightly arched, his black, dense eyelashes lowered, emitting a hint of hostility. Follow current novᴇls on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Su Nan feigned a light cough, trying to ease the murderous intent emanating from the other, "Didn’t I do all this for you?" After saying this, Su Nan’s mouth twitched. Why did the words sound so disgusting coming from his own mouth? Had he heard someone say it before? Bao Shaojin glanced at Su Nan. Su Nan obediently returned the phone. The next second, he saw Bao Shaojin, exuding a fierce aura, striding out the door. In the luxurious room, Su Nan looked at the bloodstains on the ground, feeling like something was about to gush out of his throat. Before he could react, a viscous liquid, akin to water, spilled from his mouth. The attendant at the bar, upon seeing his condition, hurriedly came over to him. "Mr. Su, are you okay?" The attendant, seeing the pale face of the other person, pressed the intercom, about to report the situation to his superior, but saw the other person clutching his chest, his lowered head obscuring his expression. Seeing the other person wave his hand, the attendant quickly understood his meaning. Seeing his condition, the attendant did not dare leave but quietly stayed by his side. "I’m breaking off with those two lunatics!" Su Nan dragged his weak body, voicing out his inner thoughts. The attendant, "..." He heard nothing. Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, with the air filled with a damp smell, like the fresh fragrance of earth. After hurriedly requesting leave, An Yin rushed out of the school and hailed a taxi. In the car, she raised her hand to pat the rainwater off herself, "Driver, to ’Qin Land’." The driver, looking at the beautiful young girl, showed a trace of amazement, "Alright." The car quickly started and splashed water on the roadside as it moved. Seeing her staring anxiously out the window, he added, "On rainy days, for safety reasons, we should drive slowly." An Yin, anxious about a certain person’s injury, absentmindedly acknowledged him with an "Mm." The driver, seeing she wasn’t interested in chatting, stopped talking. From T University to "Qin Land" wasn’t far. But the rain was heavy, the road was crowded with vehicles stopping and starting, and with the traffic lights at ten intersections, it took almost an hour. From a distance, An Yin saw the prominent building. The driver, looking at the building, had a hint of envy and amazement in his eyes, "Young lady, I can’t enter such places with my status. How about I drop you off at the front?" "Sure." In her hurry, An Yin answered without thinking. Quickly, the driver parked at a spot along the edge. After scanning to pay, An Yin pushed the car door open and rushed into the rain. After a few steps, she remembered she had brought an umbrella. She quickly turned around, only to see the car merging into the traffic flow. On both sides of the road were commercial streets. Looking at the building across the road, An Yin bit her lip lightly and ran forward through the rain with determination. Just a zebra crossing away, and a short walk was the "Qin Land Club." On the sidewalk, people hurried by, all holding umbrellas, while there were few like An Yin without one. At the entrance of the "Qin Land Club," the attendants on either side were vigilant and dared not relax. Especially after seeing the bloody scene of Mr. Bao, a powerhouse in the business world, the extent of their inner fear was clear. When Manager Liu learned of Mr. Bao’s injury, he rushed to the lobby immediately to meet him. "Mr. Bao!" Manager Liu anxiously approached, bowing. Bao Shaojin gave him a fleeting glance, "Stand down." His calm statement left Manager Liu momentarily stunned, but he insisted again, "Mr. Bao, you need to go to the hospital right away. I..." Bao Shaojin’s voice was low, carrying a hint of deterrence. Chilled to the bone, Manager Liu’s forehead dotted with sweat, "Alright!" he shakily replied. Taking a final glance at the other party’s bloodstained hand, heart pounding at the sight of his untreated, still bleeding injury, Manager Liu couldn’t fathom what Mr. Bao was thinking as he stood motionlessly like a guardian deity. Disquieted, Manager Liu retreated to the lobby, only then wiping the sweat from his brow. Considering Mr. Bao’s esteemed status and the fact that he got injured in "Qin Land," Manager Liu, after much deliberation, picked up his phone and dialed a number. The response on the other end was a little slow. The other person’s tone was lazy, and his speech slightly muffled, making Manager Liu suspect that he might have a cigarette in his mouth. "Mr. Qin, there’s something I need to report to you." Manager Liu honestly reported every detail he had witnessed. There was a prolonged silence on the other end of the line. Until there was no sound on the line, Manager Liu raised the phone to his eyes and, seeing they were still connected, he dared not breathe heavily, continuing to await the other’s response. "Find a place to hide and record what happens next, then send it to me," Qin Huai instructed leisurely. "But..." Manager Liu’s face was full of difficulty. "If anything goes wrong, I’ll cover it." "Okay." Manager Liu readily agreed, feeling ashamed of what he was about to do. He held his phone tightly as he moved to the side of the lobby, and through the panoramic glass, he fixated on Mr. Bao’s location and discreetly turned on the video recording function. At the entrance of the lobby. Occasionally, several luxury cars would drive up, quickly surrounded by valet attendants. When the people inside got out and saw someone standing in the corner, their faces were a mix of fear and awe. In their daily lives, they would meet at gatherings and collaborate in business, with the usual pleasantries exchanged. However, before they could approach Bao Shaojin, who usually maintained a stern demeanor, they saw him swiftly stride into the rain. Everyone standing at the door, mouths slightly open, could hardly believe what they were witnessing. The next moment, they saw Mr. Bao run to the roadside and deftly take off his jacket to place it over a young girl’s head. At this time, a man in his forties or fifties approached the attendant standing at the entrance, "Is that Mr. Bao?" The attendant looked straight ahead and replied resolutely, "Sir, that’s beyond the scope of my service." Regarding anything about Mr. Bao, they wouldn’t dare reveal even a fraction.