An Ling wanted to say something, but her neck was gripped by Xie An, and she could not utter a word. The suffocating feeling came straight at her, and just when An Ling thought she was really going to die, the door to the room was knocked.
"Come in."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Xie An loosened his grip, and An Ling rolled directly from the bed to the floor, choking on her breath. She broke into a violent cough.
The bodyguard who walked in glanced at An Ling on the floor, her eyes full of tears, but said nothing. Instead, he handed his cell phone to Xie An, "A call from Gu Mingyu."
Hearing the bodyguard's words, Xie An took the phone.
Whatever the person on the other end said left Xie An's eyes filled with displeasure, but he spoke in a cold voice," Since Young Master Gu says so, I am of course willing."
After saying this, Xie An promptly hung up the phone.
