Chapter 300 "Where to touch?"

The phone rang three times and then I hung up.

Xue Shan walked over and just as he reached out his hand, Yan Yiru had already grabbed the phone. He stood up, took two steps to Gao Xin, raised the phone to his face, and said in a cold voice, "Who's calling?"

Gao Xin glanced at the string of red numbers on the screen with great effort. He didn't say anything. Yan Yiru put the phone in his trouser pocket and suddenly punched Gao Xin in the face. Gao Xin took a few steps back in pain and fell to the ground.

Yan Yiru took advantage of the situation and kicked him in the lower back. "Still not telling me?"

Gao Xin had been beaten up before being brought here by Xue Shan's men. His body could not bear it anymore and he lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up. He was gasping for breath and was about to open his mouth when Yan Yiru stepped on his face and pressed him down hard.

"Who sent you?"

Yan Yiru was filled with hostility, and the ruthlessness in his bones seemed to want to crush the man under his feet to death.

Xue Shan's expression changed. She didn't expect Yan Yiru to react so strongly. After all, his attitude towards her had always been lukewarm.

When Lin Kun rushed to the president's office, he happened to see this scene. The man under his feet was almost tormented to death by Yan Yiru.

Lin Kun's face turned pale. He exchanged a glance with Yan Yiru and said hurriedly, "Boss Yan, Miss Xue, why don't you leave the person to me? He's probably a tough nut to crack, and it might take a while to get to know him. I'll keep you posted as soon as I have any news."

Xue Shan glanced at Yan Yiru's stern face, and a crack seemed to appear somewhere in her heart that had been frozen for a long time. She frowned, and the corners of her mouth twitched. "Aren't you afraid of dirtying your shoes? He's just a little beast, is he worth getting angry about?"

Yan Yiru's expression remained solemn. He loosened his foot and kicked the man towards Lin Kun's feet.

Seeing this, Lin Kun hurriedly asked his men outside to come in and carry Gao Xin out.

Yan Yiru walked around to the back of the desk and sat back down. Xue Shan followed him closely with his eyes and casually told the two bodyguards to leave.

The office door closed, and Xue Shan slowly approached Yan Yiru. "Instead of getting angry, you might as well get someone to thoroughly check his phone and check all his contacts. I don't believe we can't find the mastermind behind this."

Yan Yiru leaned back in the leather seat, his eyes slightly closed, his expression unmoved.

Xue Shan leaned over to his side and said, "Where's your phone? Give it to me. I'll try to call back."

As she spoke, she had already reached towards his trouser pocket.

"Where are you touching?"

Yan Yiru's body stiffened, and he reached out to press her hand on his leg. The hostility on his face gradually faded, replaced by a kind of inappropriate interest.

He hadn't touched her for more than half a year, and the fact that they were suddenly holding hands made Xue Shan feel a little awkward and uncomfortable.

Her expression suddenly changed, and her voice softened. "Let go."

"If you want a phone, just use it. Why are you touching me? If it were another man, would you be so casual with him?"

He raised his chin and glanced at her face with half-closed eyes. As he spoke, his hand moved away from the back of her hand, but his fingertips moved up along the back of her hand to the inside of her forearm, and then to her chest and collarbone. Finally, he reached out and pinched her chin, lifted her chin, lowered his head and kissed her lightly.

Xue Shan seemed to have lost her soul to him. Her body temperature rose rapidly, and her eyes flashed with disbelief. She grabbed his collar and demanded, "What do you mean by this?"