As soon as he opened his eyes, Xing Chen checked his body.
There was no dizziness or discomfort in his head, indicating that the sedative he'd been given earlier wasn't strong.
His slender fingers massaged his temples.
Xing Chen sat up, his cold black eyes as clear and cold as an autumn moon, surveying the chaotic bed with disdain.
They had left cleanly.
There was not a single trace left in the bedroom related to Ran Xiangsi.
Xing Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, catching a whiff of that familiar fragrance in the air.
It was the scent from that woman's body.
Lifting the quilt, just as he was about to get out of bed, his eyes fell on a black gun resting on the bed.
His long eyebrows furrowed instantly.
This was Ran Xiangsi's gun.
She didn't take it with her.
Xing Chen pondered for a moment.
The security checks outside are strict. If she had this thing with her, she wouldn't get past the security checkpoint.
A cold, thin smile appeared on the corners of Xing Chen's lips as he picked up his phone.
"Ping'an, come over."
Ping'an was Xing Chen's assistant and had grown up with him.
Ping'an's mother was Xing Chen's wet nurse.
They had a superior-subordinate relationship, yet were closer than that.
The other side of the phone paused for a half-second, then Ping Le's voice came through, "Young Master, I'm coming right away!"
Ping Le was Ping'an's twin brother, with a very lively personality that had been a headache for Xing Chen for many years.
Hearing that Ping Le was coming, Xing Chen didn't think much of it and casually tossed the phone aside.
Casually lifting the quilt, Xing Chen went to the bathroom.
"Ran Xiangsi, don't make me catch you... Otherwise, I will make you regret coming into this world!"
Xing Chen gritted his teeth, staring at himself in the mirror!
His originally handsome face had a massive turtle drawn on it with a black marker!
Utter humiliation... This was definitely the most humiliating experience in Young Master Xing's twenty-some years!!
Ping Le arrived at the presidential suite.
"Young Master, what are your orders?" Ping Le was quick.
At this moment, Xing Chen was holding a glass of brandy, glancing at him casually, and then threw the gun over. "Send it to the lab, get the fingerprints analyzed. I want the results within half an hour."
"Yes, Young Master." Ping Le carefully wrapped the gun, then looked up to see a half-drunk glass of brandy on the table.
Ping Le was confused, "Young Master, you... getting up to drink in the middle of the night?"
Upon hearing this, the hand holding the glass tightened suddenly!
He was in a foul mood!!
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With a sensitive nose, he easily detected an unusual fragrance lingering in the room.
His Young Master never used such a sweet, girly perfume. Could it be?
Seeming to understand something, Ping Le's gaze became instantly suggestive.
"Young Master, was there someone here just now? Such a clear fragrance... a woman?" Ping Le's curiosity and gossiping nature instantly overflowed!
Upon hearing this, Xing Chen's pitch-black eyes darkened with a trace of displeasure.
The scent of that woman's body, he quite liked.
And he didn't like sharing such a scent with others.
But Ping Le got excited instead, completely oblivious to the change in Xing Chen's eyes at that moment.