The row of office rooms all have a small balcony, just as Huo Zheng had imagined. The distance between each room is about 1.2 meters wide, with nothing underneath. If one accidentally falls, from the tenth floor, one can only hope for the best.
Huo Zheng thought it was dangerous and assumed Ning Ge was just a rich businessman. Attempting to walk from the balcony to the back office seemed like an extreme challenge, but he didn't know Ning Ge had another identity in the past and had received special training.
So, even though the distance looked dangerous, Ning Ge didn't pay it any mind.
He only had Song Jiaying in his thoughts, the mother of his child, the woman on his mind.
Ning Ge took a deep breath, climbed onto the balcony, pursed his lips, and leaped to the opposite side like a nimble monkey, gripping the railing and jumping from one room to the next.
Meanwhile, outside, Huo Zheng was also trying hard to persuade the man who had fallen into mania.
