As he successfully walked out the door, Xiaofan finally felt his heart pounding wildly.
The cold sweat on his back had completely soaked through his clothes.
Damn, Chen Baicheng's oppressive aura really made Xiaofan feel like he couldn't breathe. This is the pressure of someone in power, and he, himself, is just a small figure. If Chen really wanted him dead, it would be as simple as crushing an ant.
Damn it, better escape quickly and never meet that Chen father and daughter again.
"Hey, Ye Xiaofan..."
Suddenly, a shout came from behind Xiaofan.
This shout almost scared Xiaofan into running away immediately. Could it be that Chen Baicheng has gone back on his word?
"This is the cash you left at the hotel last night, take it back." A man, who had dislocated his arm from Xiaofan's grasp earlier, came out holding a small leather suitcase.
"Ah? Oh, right, thank you."
