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She was very clear that Shang Jin had gotten drunk or not. Most likely, Shang Jin also knew that it was because he had chosen to escape using his drunkenness, and no matter what Shang Jin asked him, he would only be able to push him to the end.

This was exactly what she wanted Shang Jin to see.

… ….

"Boss, that old cunning fox Jian Xingfeng clearly …." After a moment of silence, Song Ge's stern face took the lead to speak.

"He was faking it." Shang Jin interrupted her words, his black eyes slightly narrowed as he spoke with a dangerous tone, "I merely wanted to avoid asking further."

"However, that old fox actually thought of a good idea, and didn't mention at all that the person that I should have taken away was Jane Xin, he just wanted to give Jian Ning to me right away …"

"This father of Jian Xingfeng's, can also be considered top quality."

"It's just the opposite of being smart." Shang Jin smirked, "His actions just happens to show that he knows something."

"I wasn't sure, I was just trying it out. Jian Xingfeng's reaction gave me a pleasant surprise." Such a reaction was obviously a sign of a guilty conscience.

Song Ge frowned and thought for a while, then his eyes lit up as he asked: "Then what do we do after this?"

Shang Jin lifted the cup on the table and lightly pecked at it, "Since he wants to make a mistake, then let's do as he wishes …"

"That guy above us, he might really be a good partner …"

For now, at least, he was smart enough to be calm and weak.

However, Song Ge frowned slightly, "Anyway, Jian Xingfeng is her father after all, and it's better if I directly kidnap Jian Xingfeng and bring him here. Let's just interrogate him."

Shang Jin shot a glance at him, a rare look of helplessness appearing in his eyes.

This assistant of his seemed to not only be paralyzed on the face, but also to have a violent tendencies …

Upstairs, Jian Ning was sitting on the bed and looking at the mirror in front of her, she carefully treated the wounds on her face.

Hiss!

A burning sensation spread from his wound, Jian Ning put down the cotton swab and fiercely frowned.

This time, Jian Xingfeng's attacks were really strong, to the point that he almost destroyed her looks. Just that, he did not know how he would be able to open his mouth to give her to Shang Jin if she really broke her appearance …

Thinking about it this way, Jian Ning looked at the exquisite face in the mirror and barely curled her lips, which was filled with sarcasm.

"What are you thinking about?"

A low, magnetic voice suddenly sounded out, shocking Jian Ning to the point that her hands became unsteady, and she almost knocked over the alcohol bottle.

He turned his head to see that Shang Jin was seated beside her, a slight smile on his handsome sculpture-like face. He reached out to support the bottle of alcohol, placed it in front of her and said softly.

"Be careful, if you don't treat the wound well, it will be bad if there are traces left behind." As he spoke, he reached for the cotton swab that had been placed aside and placed it against her face.

Jian Ning felt that her entire being was in a bad state, but she could only stiffen her body and allow Shang Jin to do as he pleased.

After all, anyone who saw a god-slaying figure suddenly revealing a smile on his face would be more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

At the very least, Jian Ning didn't have any sort of honorable self-awareness; she only felt that all the cells in her body were clamoring to stay far away.

However, Shang Jin seemed to be able to read her thoughts. He grabbed her shoulder from the other side, and then stuck it on the back of her neck, using a little strength.

Those hands, although their fingers were obviously soaked in cold water, when they landed on her neck, they seemed to carry a scorching temperature that could be used to burn scars, causing Jian Ning to have no choice but to bend his body forward as he exerted force.

"Miss Jane, after what happened today, I have decided to accept your suggestion."