the sky is warm

Qin Shimo was still standing where he was, holding a switchblade in a stalemate with the three people at the door.

Two bodyguards, plus one Liu Minhong.

"Where's Han Bing?" Qin Shimo glanced behind the gloomy man, but there was no one there.

"You let him out".

The man stared at Qin Shimo with a face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, and curled the corner of his mouth, "What if I say no"?

"you……"!

"Are you really going to cut down?" The man looked at him intently, like watching a clown perform.

Qin Shimo's hand holding the knife shook slightly, "Aren't you afraid of tomorrow's headlines, famous director...".

"You'll know if you try it!" Liu Minhong interrupted Qin Shimo and urged, he had seen this kind of threat a lot.

"Let him go, he shouldn't have to suffer this..." Seeing the man's expression of impatience, Qin Shimo's heart sank, and his hand holding the knife gradually became unstable.

He tightened the handle of the knife in his hand, pretending to be calm and demanding.

"You seem to have made a mistake." Liu Minhong frowned in confusion, "Didn't you send him over on your own initiative?"

……

Qin Shimo was speechless for a moment, they were the ones who sent people in, and now, they are tyrannizing the door to let people go, it was their own fault from beginning to end.

He looked at Liu Minhong and spoke with some difficulty.

"What are you going to do to let him go?"

……

Liu Minhong didn't answer him, but stared at him, only twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute..." Seeing that he was about to leave, Qin Shimo hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, forgetting that he was still holding the knife in his hand, when he heard a squeak, the tip of the knife pierced into the flesh, and blood flowed along the tip of the knife out.

But he didn't care about the injury on his neck, looked at the man who was staring sideways at him and said word by word, "What can I do to let him go...".

Liu Minhong looked at the blood on Qin Shimo's neck, squinted his eyes, and said a little irritably, "Did I not make it clear just now, do you need me to say it again?"

"Can I do it..." Qin Shimo interrupted him, gritted his teeth and said.

"Use me, exchange with him...".

……

Hearing this, Liu Minhong slowly turned his body around, staring at Qin Shimo with eagle-like eyes for a long time...

This boy seems to be a bit inconsistent with the rumors.

The boy in front of him was probably in his early twenties, with an immature look and a high temperament.

Although he was a bit ruffian, it was clear from his rejection of his request last time that he was not a person who could do anything for the sake of superiority.

Now, he actually took the initiative to send himself to the door for the boy in the middle.

……

Liu Minhong looked at Qin Shimo and didn't speak, and Qin Shimo didn't dare to speak either. The surging air flow between the two forced the air to stop flowing and quiet down.

……

"Yes," Liu Minhong snorted softly and said.

"However, I don't like to see blood," he said as he threw a key card out, "turn right to the third suite, and wait there after washing it."

Qin Shimo's pupils shrank in fright at these words, and he picked up the card on the ground, but he was relieved with a sigh of relief.

He held the door card tightly, as if he wanted to squeeze out a bloodstain on his hand before giving up. He heard himself asking every word.

"When did you let Han Bing go?"

Liu Minhong turned his head and looked at him playfully.

"Right now, are you sure you want it now"?

Qin Shimo's mind was in a mess. He didn't want Han Bing to see his current appearance. If Han Bing came out and asked him where he was going, what should he say?

"No, wait a while..." Let him come out after I leave, he added in his mind.