C93 (2/2)

Ah Min thought that Yi Hao had run out in the morning, so she carefully pushed him away. In the room, ready to clean up in person, she almost screamed as she pushed open the door.

Heavens, what did she see?

The young master was able to hug that woman and sleep so peacefully! Ever since he started working for the Yi family, she had never seen him sleep for more than a minute.

Sister Amin carefully closed the door, then quietly left the room. However, just as she was about to close the last door, she walked down the hallway and almost stomped her feet in annoyance.

It's over, it's all over!

If Young Master really likes that woman and that woman allowed him to become the Yi family's young mistress, she would definitely seek revenge on him. ”I used to be very fierce towards her, and I definitely wouldn't have any good fruits to eat, wuu …

Even though the sound of her leaving the room was very quiet and the door closing was very quiet, Ihao could still hear her faintly.

He opened his eyes and went to the clock. He had slept soundly the night before, the most sane he had ever slept in years.

However, the moment Ihao opened his eyes, what entered his sight was a warm and warm sleeping face.

Yi Hao's body stiffened. He couldn't help but think back to what had happened last night.

As the memory of what had happened swept over him like a typhoon, the stiffness grew even more frightening.

Last night, he actually …

In the spacious room, because the curtains were closed, it seemed extremely dim. There was a man wearing a mask sitting in the room. His long fingers drummed on the table for an instant.

”Boss, we've investigated and confirmed that everything that happened back then had something to do with Yi Hao!” Not far from the masked man stood a man in his forties. It was too dark to see his face.

When the man heard his answer, his fingers that were knocking on the table suddenly stopped. In the dim light, his sharp eyes suddenly emitted a dense chill and killing intent. That coldness was not something that could be blocked even in the darkness.

”Is it really about Ihao?” An extremely magnetic male voice slowly sounded in the room.

The middle-aged man trembled slightly from the cold aura that shot out from his eyes. He nodded and asked, ”Boss, what do you plan to do with Ihao?”

When the man heard his words, he pursed his lips sinisterly, and the hand he had placed on the table began to knock again.

After a moment of silence, he slowly enunciated each word, ”Kill — — pardon!”