Chatper 211 (1/2)

If she slips, where can she slip to?

Zhan Yeling could delay the whole train, so many people couldn't get on the train because she was alone.

Does she dare to underestimate his rights and abilities?

No, can't!

She'd better be obedient, lest Zhan Yeling personally catch her, and his anger would be even worse.

Xiong Miao dragged the suitcase and walked towards the broadcasting room with his head down, every step was as heavy as lead.

But still had to go there.

As soon as he approached the broadcasting room, he saw a row of bodyguards in black suits standing at the door of the broadcasting room.

In this battle and posture, there was no one else except Zhan Yeling.

Because of her approach, the bodyguard backed away to make way.

Xiong Miao squeezed her left hand hanging by her side, as if this would give her enough courage to walk into that door and face the people inside.

She went in anyway.

The second the door opened, there was an icy chill in the air, attacking her cheeks, stinging with cold.

In front of him, the man was sitting on the sofa, his legs crossed casually, and his lazy posture was undiminished.

He held a slender cigarette between his fingertips, and took two puffs. The smoke enveloped him, making his face hard to see.

However, the icy cold and deterrent power permeating the whole body make people shudder.

It was the second time she saw him smoking.

Xiong Miao didn't want to get close to him, but she had no choice.

"Zhan, President Zhan..." When she walked to his side, her voice faltered.

"Are you very courageous? Huh?" He lowered his legs and glanced at her with deep eyes. While speaking, smoke was still coming from his nostrils, adding a bit of cold air.

"I..." Xiong Miao didn't know what to say.

"Without my permission, you can't leave the imperial capital for half a step." As he spoke, he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.