Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes, as if she could imagine the scene of Master Ximen sitting on it.
The stairs below must have lined up rows of his personal guards, isolating them.
And in the hall, were the bodyguards? soldiers? whom he had summoned.
There are circular stairs on both sides of the hall, which are very long...
Obviously this castle has aged. Is this layout a masterpiece from the 1970s?
However, new elevators were built on both sides with guard handles.
There are actually handle guards everywhere in this castle, wearing special armor. If you don't move around, you might think they are armor suits.
How did Jing Jiaren know that from the moment they entered the castle, all the images were captured in the surveillance cameras.
In the dragon chair, Ximen Fenglie coldly rubbed the armrest of Qilin's head...
Watching these four people approaching led by bodyguards.
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Jing Jiaren and the others took the elevator to the fourth floor, passed through the corridor, and arrived at a main hall.
It's just that it's much more modern here, with sofas, fireplaces, huge screens...
There are ancient paintings hanging everywhere on the walls, which gives it a sense of history.
I met Director Vic here. His shrewd eyes glanced at the four people: "Young Master, you are finally here."
Ximen Longting coldly led "Jing Jiaren" to the sofa and sat down. His posture was very serious, different from his usual casualness.
It seems that Ximen Longting has been under strict education since childhood and respects etiquette very much.
Indeed, there is no smell of home in this castle. It is solemn and depressing, making people breathless.
Vic said respectfully into the Bluetooth headset: "Okay, let's start."
"..."
"I want to talk to you."
As he said that, he picked up a remote control and turned it on.
The big screen lit up, and in front of a luxurious desk, Mr. Ximen sat coldly in the darkness. He had the same face as Ximen Longting, red eyes, and was wearing a dark green striped suit.
Even though he is over 50 years old, he is still handsome and deep, with a hint of maturity on his face that Ximen Longting does not have.
This is something that must be washed over time.
There is also darkness, the coldness of unruffled power...
"Why don't you invite Miss Jing to take a seat?"
As soon as his words came out, everyone's expression changed.
Isn't "Miss Jing" sitting next to Ximen Longting?
Ximen Fenglie stared at the "old woman" Jing Jiaren through the screen: "Since you are here, sit down."
Jing Jiaren almost vomited blood. If she had known she would be seen through so easily, why would she bother to pretend?
This Mr. Ximen is indeed not an easy character to deal with.
Now that he was recognized, Ximen Longting didn't bother to pretend, and immediately threw the woman next to him away: "Get away."
I have wanted this woman to go away for a long time...
He was next to Ximen Longting all the way, which made him very disgusted.
Jing Jiaren sat down and turned from passive to active: "I wonder what Mr. Ximen's plan is for asking us to come so much?"
"Hahaha," Mr. Ximen smiled, "Miss Jing is very urgent. If you dare to come, you are not afraid of death."
"I know you won't kill me, otherwise you wouldn't have kept me here till now."
"You are very smart."
"How can I let SUN go? He is just a child and your grandson. I hope..."
"But I haven't let you speak yet, so what room do you have to interrupt?" He said slowly, "Vic."
Vic stepped forward and stood in front of Jing Jiaren, and suddenly slapped Jing Jiaren in the face.