"Ah! Don't hit me... Gentlemen, I know I was wrong."
The bodyguard, who had been kicked hard, didn't dare to struggle. He just kept kowtowing to Huo Yunting, so frightened that he almost wet himself.
Gu Nanfeng was terrified that Huo Yunting and Qin Beiming, those two troublemakers, might cause a death for no reason, so he hurriedly pressed the bodyguards, who were completely stunned, "Where is that damned President Liu? Tell me now!"
One of the bodyguards pointed towards the private room and said tremblingly:
"President Liu should still be in the VIP room number four."
"Xiao Jiu, go check if anyone is in the private room."
Huo Yunting turned his head and whispered to Lu Jinjiu, his hand tightly gripping the pistol, but suddenly he pulled the hammer down.
In fact, from the very beginning, he never intended for these bodyguards to leave Only alive.
He would not let anyone who intended to harm Song Xingwan get away with it, even if it meant breaking the law.
Song Xingwan knew Huo Yunting's temperament very well.
Terrified by his menacing appearance, she quickly grabbed his arm and pleaded softly for mercy:
"Huo Yunting, let's just let this matter go, since I haven't suffered any real harm anyway."
"Don't worry about this."
Huo Yunting pursed his thin lips, glanced at Song Xingwan who was clinging to his arm like a kitten, and unconsciously softened his tone.
"But... um..."
Song Xingwan was still thinking of pleading for the bodyguards, but she felt her body getting hotter and hotter, and even her voice became strange.
She was so frightened that she covered her mouth and nose, not daring to make a sound.
Huo Yunting paused for a moment, staring intently at Song Xingwan, who was on the verge of tears. Realizing that something was wrong, he disregarded everything else, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode towards Room No. 1.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to give Qin Beiming some instructions:
“Leave them alive; I want to interrogate them myself.”
"Go."
Qin Beiming glanced at Song Xingwan, who was whimpering on Huo Yunting's shoulder, and suddenly the image of Ling Mo's cool and aloof demeanor as he fought off armed robbers one-on-one at the Emperor Hotel flashed through his mind.
Logically speaking, when a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl is in danger, she would almost always react like Song Xingwan.
Just how much has Ling Mo been through to appear so calm?
Thinking about it this way, he felt as if he were being pricked by needles in his chest, with a sharp, throbbing pain.
On the other side, Huo Yunting noticed that Song Xingwan's body was burning up, and his handsome brows furrowed involuntarily.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, asking Song Xingwan softly:
"Do you remember what you drank? I'll have someone check to see if there's a ready-made antidote."
"The red wine... I didn't want to drink it myself, Liu Xiu forced me to drink it."
"Okay, I understand."
Huo Yunting pushed open the door to the private room number one, gently placed Song Xingwan on the sofa, and then instructed Lu Jinjiu and the others to find out as soon as possible what type of hallucinogenic drug Liu Xiu had added to the red wine.
As soon as Song Xingwan touched the sofa, she struggled to sit up and neatly placed her hands on her lap.
Knowing that the hallucinogenic drug in her body was about to completely destroy her sanity, after careful consideration, she could only muster her courage and look at the worried Huo Yunting with teary eyes:
"Could you...could you please leave first?"
"I'm worried."
Huo Yunting poured her a glass of cool water and gently comforted her, "Don't worry, the bar has antidotes for all kinds of hallucinogenic drugs. You just need to wait patiently until Xiao Jiu and the others find out which hallucinogenic drug that person put in the red wine, and then the symptoms will be cured."
"Thank you for your help."
Song Xingwan softly thanked him, but her nervousness did not ease in the slightest.
Worse still, under the continued influence of the drug, she actually developed inappropriate desires for Huo Yunting…
With no other options, she could only pinch her thigh hard, hoping that the pain would keep her awake as much as possible.
Huo Yunting saw all of Song Xingwan's little actions and felt increasingly uneasy.
In the past, Song Xingwan would cry and beg him to comfort her if she suffered even the slightest grievance.
Even now, despite being bullied to this state, she still desperately tries to hold back the tears that are about to spill from her eyes.
In that instant, he suddenly regretted the decision he made three years ago.
At that time, everyone told him that letting her leave was the best option, and he himself thought so too.
But he never expected that three years later, Song Xingwan would be so destitute that she would have to humbly appear in bars to chat and drink with clients, and even sleep with them!
"Wanwan, could you tell me why you came to this appointment alone?" Huo Yunting took off the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, poured himself a glass of red wine, and looked gloomy.
"I...I'm here to apply for a fashion designer position."
Song Xingwan lowered her head guiltily, her voice barely audible.
"Didn't I tell you? Just focus on your studies, I'll take care of everything else." Huo Yunting raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling a little suspicious that she hadn't touched the living expenses he had transferred to her bank account.
"Over the years, I have owed you so much, and I am always afraid that I will never be able to repay you."
"What's the meaning?"
Huo Yunting gulped down several mouthfuls of red wine. He was now certain that Song Xingwan had not touched the living expenses he had transferred to her account.
"..."
Song Xingwan sensed that he seemed angry with her, so she shrank back like a quail, only daring to stare at her toes, and dared not say another word.
Seeing this, Huo Yunting suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice:
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