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Assistant Wang rushed over and saw Xie Qingshi emanating a cold aura from afar. Recalling the things he had investigated, Assistant Wang felt a chill in his heart, and an ominous premonition welled up in his mind.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie."

He strode forward and greeted him in a low voice. Upon hearing the voice, Xie Qingshi turned his eyes, his dark eyes, filled with a storm, staring straight at him.

Where are they?

"Everything has been arranged according to your instructions."

Upon hearing this, Xie Qingshi withdrew his gaze and strode towards the clubhouse without saying a word.

Assistant Wang was specially recruited by the Xie family and assigned to Xie Qingshi. He had been with Xie Qingshi since high school and knew him better than anyone else what kind of person Xie Qingshi was.

This was the first time Assistant Wang had seen Xie Qingshi so angry, and he couldn't help but feel even more awe for the Miss Sang he had never met before.

Seeing Xie Qingshi leave, he suppressed his chaotic emotions and jogged after him.

The lobby manager had a bad feeling the moment he saw Xie Qingshi. Now, seeing Xie Qingshi and his group rushing up aggressively, his eyelids twitched violently. During the time Xie Qingshi had left, he had heard what had happened from his subordinates.

Without thinking twice, I immediately put on a smile and went to greet them.

"Young Master Xie, it's all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding!"

"roll."

"Okay!"

The lobby manager stood awkwardly in place, quite frightened by the man's cold and fierce gaze.

The lobby manager glared fiercely at his subordinates behind him, who were trying not to laugh.

"You can't even handle this simple thing? You've got no pay for today!"

Well, now even the subordinates can't laugh anymore.

Just then, his phone rang, and he saw the caller ID.

The manager's expression immediately became extremely respectful. "Hey, boss."

As the person on the other end explained the situation, the manager's expression gradually darkened. He responded in a low voice a few times in accordance with the other party's wishes before hanging up the phone with a complicated look on his face.

"Send men to guard the gate and prevent this news from getting out."

"it is good."

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Tang Muqian lay on the sofa, with a woman beside him applying medicine with a pained expression.

"Young Master Tang, how did you get such serious injuries? That woman really doesn't know what's good for her. When we find her, we'll definitely teach her a lesson!"

Tang Muqian's hands, which were at his sides, gradually clenched. He slowly raised his sinister eyes to look at the woman.

"You care about me that much?"

When the woman met his wicked eyes, a blush crept onto her face, and her voice became sweet and delicate.

"I feel so sorry for Young Master Tang..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Tang Muqian suddenly grabbed a nearby wine bottle and smashed it hard against the woman's head.

With a sharp "crack," the bottle shattered violently, and the woman was hit on the head, bleeding profusely, and everything went black.

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked up at the man in front of her in shock.

"What, don't you like me? I'm unhappy right now, and I want to hit you to vent my anger, is that not allowed?"

Tang Muqian casually tossed the broken wine bottle aside, looked down at the woman in front of him, and smiled contemptuously.

The woman's lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but Tang Muqian didn't give her a chance to speak.

"Get out of here!"

One sentence forced the woman to swallow her words. She knew she couldn't afford to offend the man in front of her, so she covered her head and was helped away by the people next to her, limping away.

Tang Muqian withdrew his gaze. Because he had exerted too much force, a sharp, tearing pain shot through his arm, causing his expression to change drastically after he had just vented his anger.

"Still haven't found him? What good are you guys! You can't even catch a woman! Useless!"

They're all a bunch of scoundrels!

Sang Huan! That damned woman!

The thought of being brutally beaten on the ground like a dog caused a surge of frustration and anger to well up inside Tang Muqian, almost shattering his reason!

He couldn't hold back any longer and smashed all the empty bottles on the coffee table in front of him onto the ground!

The people around looked at each other, afraid that the young master would vent his anger on them, and they all kept their mouths shut and dared not say a word.

Hearing the crackling sounds, the intense emotions burning in his chest subsided slightly.

At that moment, the tightly closed private room was kicked open!

Tang Muqian looked up with bloodshot eyes and saw a group of men in suits rushing in. His expression changed drastically.

"Who! Doesn't he know this room was booked by Tang Muqian?"

But the next second, after seeing clearly who the man slowly entered the room was, Tang Muqian swallowed his rebuke and a look of astonishment appeared on his angry face.

"Xie Qingshi, is that you?"

Xie Qingshi stood still in the private room, slowly raising his eyes to survey his surroundings. Seeing the mess on the floor and recalling the girl's fragile and pitiful appearance just now, he slowly clenched his fist.

His long, narrow, dark phoenix eyes held a chilling and terrifying coldness, like a reincarnated demon, making people shudder.

His gaze slowly rose, settling on Tang Muqian's bruised and swollen face. His eyes paused slightly, and a cold smile curled his thin, crimson lips as he spoke, each word distinct and deliberate.

"Tang, Mu, Qian, the eldest young master of the Tang family, he looks very impressive."

Tang Muqian sensed something was wrong from Xie Qingshi's attitude, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out where he had offended him before.

In the end, Tang Muqian could only conclude that it was his sister's affair that had angered him, and the other party had come looking for trouble after hearing the commotion.

Thinking of this, Tang Muqian's previously irritable and angry heart suddenly calmed down quite a bit, and even a faint joy welled up in his heart.

Since the other party is angry about his sister's infidelity, he must still have some feelings for his sister, right?

Otherwise, given Xie Qingshi's cold and aloof nature, why would he specifically come looking for trouble?

Thinking of this, Tang Muqian quickly gave his assistant a wink, signaling him to contact Tang Yueying immediately.

Xie Qingshi has already come to our door. If Tang Yueying comes too, he might be able to take this opportunity to mediate and see if the two of them can reschedule their marriage.

The Tang family's inherited narcissism came into play at this moment, and the assistant, who knew the ins and outs of the annulment incident, instantly understood his meaning.

He quietly slipped out of the room. At that moment, Tang Muqian approached Xie Qingshi, a surprised smile on his face, trying to lighten the mood.

"Mr. Xie, what are you saying? How could I compare to you? Come, come, sit here..."

Xie Qingshi didn't speak. He slowly unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves to his forearms.

Then, he smiled at Tang Muqian, who was trying to get close to him, his long, slender fingers slowly clenched, and he punched him in the face!

The door to the private room behind them was tightly closed by the sharp-eyed Assistant Wang.