"I'll be right there."

So, Su Luo took the elevator to the presidential suite on the top floor.

Standing at the door, I composed myself and raised my hand to knock.

"Come in."

The door wasn't locked, so Su Luo pushed it open.

The room lights were not all on; only the wall lamps were on, making the room quite dim.

Song Lingshan, wearing a beige bathrobe, was lazily leaning back on the sofa with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed red from the alcohol.

Seeing Su Luo slowly open his fox-like eyes, he beckoned to him with his finger.

Su Luo's newly calmed emotions were disrupted again by Song Lingshan. She walked over awkwardly, her palms sweating, and asked nervously.

"Mr. Song, what brings you here?"

Song Lingshan didn't say anything, but suddenly stood up and slowly walked towards him.

Just as Su Luo was bewildered, Song Lingshan circled around behind him.

A silver bracelet, which they didn't know where they found, snapped shut behind his back with a click.

Su Luo was tightly bound by the silver bracelet, and she nervously shook her wrist, trying to break free.

What are you doing?

"A question you already know the answer to."

Song Lingshan nudged Su Luo in the lower back with her knee.

Su Luo felt a sharp pain in her lower back and her body slumped uncontrollably onto the sofa in front of her.

With a loud bang!

My body made direct contact with the sofa, my face sinking deeply into the soft fabric.

Su Luo groaned, "It's so heavy! My back hurts so much, it feels like it's about to break! My wrists hurt too!"

Su Luo turned her head, looked up at her, and said with some annoyance.

"Let me go. Let's talk this out. What's the point of this?"

Does it hurt?

As she spoke, Song Lingshan picked up Su Luo and made him lean against the sofa with his hands behind his back.

Its fox-like eyes curved into beautiful crescent shapes, and its dark pupils gleamed with a dangerous light.

"I called you here because I want to ask you something. You must answer carefully. If you dare to lie to me..."

"What is it you want to ask? I will definitely tell you, please don't get agitated."

Su Luo's chest heaved violently; this passive situation was truly unbearable.

Song Lingshan flicked her hand, and a gleaming golden knife appeared in her palm.

The next second, a sharp blade was pressed against his neck.

The cold blade scraped against her delicate skin. Su Luo's pupils dilated slightly. She held her breath, not daring to move, a chill running down her spine.

This woman has gone mad again. The last time she tried to break up with me, she almost got hacked to death.

Damn it, if I say something wrong, am I going to be finished here today?

"Calm down. Whatever you want to know, I will tell you. I will never, ever lie to you."

Song Lingshan's smile deepened as she gently stroked Su Luo's neck with the blade.

How do I know if you're lying?

Su Luo swallowed hard, and said fearfully, "I swear, if I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning, may I die a horrible death, may I be run over by a car when I go out, okay?"

We're saying that with a knife to Su Luo's neck, of course he'd tell the truth.

Wait, no, what if he tells the truth that Song Lingshan doesn't want to hear? He'd be finished.

The oath I just swore doesn't count, it doesn't count...

Instead of answering directly, Song Lingshan lowered her head and leaned closer to Su Luo, looking at him with the eyes of someone eyeing prey.

Su Luo felt a chill run down her spine; the hairs on her arms stood on end, and she got goosebumps.

People instinctively feel fear when faced with the unknown.

From the moment he entered the room, Song Lingshan's actions towards him far exceeded Su Luo's expectations.

Song Lingshan patted his cheek with the back of her knife, her lips slightly upturned, her tone relaxed.

Do you know what my biggest regret is?