579 Love and War (3)

Later, he realized he should not have said anything because the moment that he did, Su Zhinian, who was passing through the crowd, suddenly stopped moving. His white shirt was dyed with blood that had spurted from Mr. Yang's body. His earlier rage meant that he sweated profusely. There was still sweat hanging from the ends of his hair, and beads of sweat were trickling down his handsome jaw.

The man was sexy in this state, and it managed to take the breath away from the few ladies in the crowd.

His tone was clear, slow, light, and even lazy when he said, "How long have you been at Eldorado?"

The hotel manager was shocked by the sudden question, but he recovered quickly and instantly replied, "Four years and three months already, sir."