C72 (1/2)

Yuwen Xin stared blankly. At this moment, he didn't care what was being weighed and rushed in almost immediately.

Seeing the door open, the person inside was also surprised to see the person holding the ashtray. Seeing that the person was Yuwen Xin, he let out a sigh of relief.

”Quickly close the door.” Su Ming hurriedly replied.

It was a big mistake not to lock the door.

Yuwen Xin closed the door without waiting for her to speak.

He did not want anyone else to see Su Ming's letter.

She was holding a large glass ashtray in her hand. The shirt that she had just changed had been cut in half, revealing a bra design. Her hair was messy, and there was a person lying on the ground with blood dripping from his forehead; it was unknown if he was alive or dead.

”There's still air.” Seemingly seeing through Yuwen Xin's worry, Su Ming left a line in the mail. He then sat in the principal's seat and opened the document on the computer.

Although this information was confidential, the dean's computer should have a backup copy of it.

Yuwen Xin was sweating slightly. He squatted down and tried the man's breathing. Luckily, he was only knocked out by the ashtray, but he was still breathing.

He then looked at Su Ming's letter and started to concentrate on reading the information.

”Found it.” After a while, Su Ming finally started writing letters excitedly.

Yuwen Xin didn't reply. He already knew who that person was.

On the contrary, he only cared about the appearance of the fallen man. The man was lying on his side on the ground. His brain was full of fat, and the zipper of his suit pants was already half down.

What stage were they at?

Did Su Ming not feel disgusted at the sight of such a man?