"Third Young Master, what brings you here?"
The fat man immediately put on a fawning face and said, "This PR guy is so ungrateful. He's already inside and he's still giving us attitude. I'm teaching him a lesson to prevent him from angering other guests in the future."
"You can't stand his attitude? Don't you know my brother hates it when people do this kind of thing on his turf?" He kicked the fat man in the stomach again, his voice cold and ruthless. "Three minutes. Everyone who was involved in this gets out of here right now."
In less than a minute, the group that had helped the fat guy stumbled and ran out.
As the younger brother of the leader of the largest gangster organization in H country, Park Jimin was someone they naturally dared not offend.
Before Shen Ye could react, he was pulled away by a hand.
Once they reached a secluded spot, Park Jimin finally spoke, asking, "What are you doing here?"
"I..." How should I put it? I can't exactly say that Park Ji-shin brought him here, can I?
"My older brother doesn't want you anymore?" Park Jimin asked again.
"No, that's not how it is. I don't know how to explain it to the Third Young Master. In short, things are definitely not what you think."
This is really inexplicable. We can't exactly tell Park Jimin that Park Ji-chen sent him here to be an undercover agent, can we?
"If you don't know how to explain it, then don't explain it."
On the other side.
As soon as Feng pushed open the door, he saw Park Ji-shin standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his lonely figure blurred by the dim light.
"Jimin saved him?"
"Yes, team leader!"
Feng couldn't understand why the team leader would send Li Zhenghuan to a nightclub when he clearly cared about him.
Everyone knows what nightclubs are; they're places of debauchery and debauchery.
Feng didn't say much, put down the coffee and left.
After a long while, Park Ji-shin took out a photo from his pocket. The boy in the photo was smiling brightly and making a peace sign at the camera.
Behind the photo was a line of words he wrote himself in pen.
The content contained words he had kept buried in his heart for many years.
Park Ji-shin gave a mocking laugh and placed the photo on the table.
When will I be able to say these words?
Half an hour later, a black Spyker entered the Park residence.
Park Ji-shin stood upstairs, coldly watching the two chatting and laughing, feeling extremely annoyed.
With a "bang," Park Ji-shin threw down the coffee cup in his hand.
His jealousy is like that of a wild beast; no one, not even his own brother, can be touched by him!
When Shen Ye went upstairs, he saw Park Ji-shin standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his room.
Looking at the man who resembled a demon, the blood in her body seemed to freeze, and a chill ran up from the soles of her feet.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Ye tried his best to calm his expression, and awkwardly brushed his stray hairs aside before walking inside.
"Team leader, I'm back."
Park Ji-shin didn't turn around; he remained with his back to him and didn't say anything.
Shen Ye was self-aware enough that if others ignored him, he would stop trying to win them over.
I took my clothes into the bathroom to shower, and I smelled terrible.
When Shen Ye finished washing up and was getting dressed, Park Ji-shin suddenly rushed into the bathroom and snatched her clothes. Shen Ye was on the verge of tears, pleading, "Team leader, please give my clothes back to me."
Upon hearing this, Park Ji-shin threw the clothes into the trash can, then looked Shen Ye up and down with a gloomy expression before turning and leaving the bathroom.
Shen Ye chased after him angrily, "Do you think it's fun to mess with me?"
"Yes." To everyone's surprise, he answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Shen Ye was furious, but she didn't want to argue with this tyrant, so she turned around and went to the wardrobe to get new clothes.
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