Song Jihuai paused for two seconds unwillingly before throwing Huang Xin to the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Huang Xin started coughing violently, but his originally blue face gradually returned to normal.
Ye Qingtong just sat on the sofa and watched the scene leisurely. Secretary Wu walked in, glanced at Huang Xin, and understood the current situation.
Huang Xin subconsciously stepped back and collapsed on the ground, feeling that it was great to be alive.
Less than a minute later, Ye Qingtong gave him a cold look and said, "Get up."
Huang Xin thought of the two kicks Ye Qingtong had just given him and didn't dare to stop at all. He immediately got up.
"I, I'm here to turn myself in."
Huang Xin swallowed hard, aching in his throat. He seemed to have really seen the King of Hell! Thinking of this, he leaned towards Ye Qingtong. This man really wanted to kill him just now.
Song Jihuai understood this behavior, but he just sneered and showed great disdain.
Ye Qingtong looked at Huang Xin and said, "Go ahead."
Huang Xin said slowly, "Yesterday, someone contacted me and told me to go to room 669 of the Golden Hotel and wait. If I saw a woman coming in, I was to knock her unconscious and take pictures."
"I didn't do anything, I really didn't do anything!"
He originally wanted to do it, but he knew Su Wanyu, so he didn't even dare to stay, for fear of being retaliated by Song Jihuai.
"Who contacted you?"
Ye Qingtong asked again.
Huang Xin immediately took out his cell phone and said, "Phone, I have a phone."
Song Jihuai took a look and felt that the phone number looked familiar. Ye Qingtong raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Song Jihuai, "Blue-faced men are the root of trouble."
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