Xu Xingxing’s hands slowly tightened into fists, a stark hatred burning in her eyes. “Mu Xia, I won’t let you get away with this!” Her chilling words were lost to the wind. … That evening, at X Bar in the Yunting Hotel. Qin Ranfeng, lounging in a booth at the bar, shot upright as he caught sight of the tall man approaching. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Well, well, President Ye. It’s a miracle