"From Mr. Gong's expression, you don't seem to be in a good mood."
Lin Hanxing knew how to add fuel to the fire, and the moment he opened his mouth, the temperature in the room dropped!
"Lin! Small! Nine!"
Gong Chen's cold features tensed up. It was obvious that he was trying his best to hold back, but Lin Hanxing was obviously not going to let this man go, and he did not hide the mockery in his eyes.
&Quot; Gong Chen, I'll just tell you directly. Song Zhiyun will be locked up there for at least three days. It's useless no matter how many connections you try to use to pressure him. If you don't believe me, you can try! &Quot;
Lin Hanxing was still wearing the same black dress she wore at the charity dinner tonight, but it was this color that added a little coldness to her.
"I, Lin Hanxing, will keep my word!"
"What good does it do you to hurt Zhiyun like this?"
