Chapter 490: Chapter 490: 229 Hairband (13)

Chapter 490: 229 Hairband (13)

Bai Ziyan didn’t take the elevator and went straight up the stairs.

“Xiao Bai, you finally made it.” Song Yinzhang saw Bai Ziyan running up and said with a smile.

“Where’s Ming Jing?” Bai Ziyan panted.

Song Yinzhang raised his eyebrows: “You’re too late, she’s left.”

“Left?” Bai Ziyan frowned.

“What about that bastard Song Hanqing? Did he bully Ming Jing?”

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, making a cracking sound.

Song Yinzhang pointed at the door of the private room: “He’s in there.”

Bai Ziyan, puzzled by his antics, prepared to open the door. He pushed it, found it very heavy, used some force to open it, and the door suddenly closed itself. U//ppTodated fr/o/m

And the sight in front of him nearly blew Bai Ziyan’s eyes out.

Inside the private room, several people were lying sprawled on the floor. One was fat and big-eared, whom he didn’t know; another had a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, obviously not a good guy. These two men had their hands tied together with a necktie, lying on the floor like dead pigs, grunting in pain.

He recognized the other three people from Song Hanqing’s side, but as for Song Hanqing, Bai Ziyan looked around and didn’t see him. Hearing a pained moan coming from behind, he suddenly turned around.

Song Yinzhang whispered a few words in Bai Ziyan’s ear, and Bai Ziyan frowned in disgust: “Ugh, how filthy.”

“A bunch of pigs with brains full of lust, thinking about all that crap all day, a disgrace to us men.” Bai Ziyan cursed a few more times and left the clubhouse.

Bai Ziyan jumped into his car and beckoned Song Yinzhang: “Let’s go see our old friend.”

Song Yinzhang sat in the passenger seat and was about to buckle his seatbelt when he suddenly realized something and looked at Bai Ziyan, “If I remember correctly, you’re not even 17 this year, are you?”

You need to be 18 to have a driver’s license.

As Song Yinzhang looked on in horror, the young man stepped on the gas, and the sports car shot out like a rocket, accompanied by his arrogant laughter, “You don’t trust my driving skills? Inherited divine driver, sit tight you.”

As expected, they were stopped at an intersection by a traffic cop who asked to see his driver’s license. Bai Ziyan made a phone call, fixed it, and left arrogantly.

Song Yinzhang shook his head: “Mr. Bai will be furious with you.”

Bai Ziyan rolled his eyes: “Don’t mention him, ruining the mood of a great day.”

“Xiao Bai, slow down, my heart can’t take it.” Song Yinzhang covered his heart with one hand, and his life was in Bai Ziyan’s hands.

“Look at you, so pathetic.”

Song Yinzhang dared not talk to him, fearing to distract him. He swore never to ride in Bai Ziyan’s car again. It was simply a test of his heart’s endurance.

Arriving at the hotel, Bai Ziyan swaggered in, and Song Yinzhang said, “Xiao Bai, it seems Ming Jing went to the hospital.”