Fine!
This kid didn't get what I meant, Lin Baici couldn't be bothered to insist, and quickly went to look for Xia Hongyao.
Dorm 412, here it was.
Lin Baici punched the doorknob, barged into the room.
Bang!
…
Main building, surveillance room.
Pan Yunxiang sat in an executive chair behind the desk, watching the screens on the computer.
Beside him, there was a man and a woman.
The man, in his thirties, wore shiny leather shoes paired with a crisp suit, projecting the image of a successful businessman.
The woman, in her late twenties, wore a black leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her shapely figure.
She was interestedly watching the surveillance monitor, with a cigarette in her mouth.
Everything Lin Baici did was under their watchful eyes.
"This kid, what's his name? Pretty impressive, huh?"
Zhang Hao blew out a smoke ring.
