Nearly an hour later, the bodyguards dragged Gao Ru into the Yu Ting Villa's living room.
Bsi Qinghao sat on the couch. With the clicking noise of a lighter, he lit a cigar.
The bodyguards shoved Gao Ru forward and she fell onto the ground.
She raised her head to see the cigar Bai Qinghao was holding. He took a long draw of it before smoke escaped his lips.
He appeared as noble as a god, yet the aura around him was murderous and frightening. Gao Ru was left trembling in fear.
"Please… please have mercy!" Gao Ru naturally understood why he had dragged her here.
Bai Qinghao lifted his brows. He tapped the cigar against the ashtray. "Are there any spare copies of the recording?" If this recording were to be exposed to the public, not only Xinxin's reputation would be ruined, even the Bai family's face would be completely thrown away.
"No, no." Gao Ru immediately responded. "I would never dare to make copies of it."
