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In a daze, he remembered leaving the banquet angrily. Then, a man was in his room. The man mocked him for being useless. A fight almost broke out between them. In the end, the man said that he could help him.

After that, the man seemed very angry, enraged, but he could not remember anything!

"Help…" A painful sound formed in his throat. He felt as though he was in a dream. From the scene on the ship to here, everything seemed unreal. But he didn't want to die. He really didn't want to die. He was only looking for an outlet to vent his anger, but he wouldn't have dared to go against Chu Yichen! His eyes were filled with desire to live. He didn't want to die, really.

Chu Yichen stood up, his gaze icy. "Just like the chauffeur back then!" He took the white handkerchief from his subordinate and slowly wiped his hands clean.