"Xiuling."
The voice from outside the door rang out, and Xiuling immediately turned off his phone, slipped it into his pocket, wiped the smile off his face, put on a stern expression, and coldly responded, "Come in."
The person outside walked in nervously, knelt down on one knee in front of Xiuling: "Brother..."
"Enough, you lot are useless."
Xiuling stood up, speaking impatiently, "Go back and report. Someone protected Jing Yuan, that bitch, and our people got hurt."
Hearing Xiuling's words, the person stiffened for a moment, then silently lowered their head and withdrew. Xiuling stood by the window, looking outside, turned on his phone, glanced at the photo on the screensaver, smiled, and then opened the messaging app to click on Gu Tao's profile: "I'm leaving."
