Zhou Han could be said to be one of the best people in this matter,especially after knowing the person's phone number.
Zhao Mingyuan didn't seem to have any intention of hiding. He took Lin Yinuo out of Hai Tian A-line and brought the tied Lin Yinuo back to the presidential suite on the top floor of the International Trade Building.
Lin Yinuo had always been quiet because she knew that even if she struggled,it wouldn't work.
The wound on his waist was getting more and more painful. It was so sticky that he seemed to have soaked his clothes. However,his hands and feet were tied,so Lin Yinuo couldn't go and see it himself.
"Zhao Mingyuan,what are you trying to do?"
Being forcefully thrown onto the bed,Lin Yinuo felt nervous as he looked up at the man who was tasting red wine.
Zhao Ming
