Without a second thought, Su Yanyun opened her computer and started pulling up the previous surveillance footage.
Shen Lingxue, on the other hand, dialed Jiang Xinghai's number. "Come on up. Something's happened here."
She hung up abruptly without explaining, then leaned over to watch the monitor.
「Downstairs, in the Land Rover.」
Jiang Xinghai's face was a mask of misery.
'Shen Lingxue wants me to go upstairs now?'
He'd already thrown away his pants, which had been covered in vomit.
Now even his boxers were soiled, and he'd taken them off too.
'I can't exactly go up there with nothing on, can I?'
He looked all around, but there was nothing in the car he could use for cover. Jiang Xinghai couldn't help the anxiety welling up inside him.
"President Jiang is back!"
