Lan Chaojin took the rare opportunity to send Mu Chengcheng back to her room, respectfully and humbly like a majestic lion.

He stood in the corridor, looking at the ever-burning lights outside each room, and thinking.

She is the exception in my planning, the danger that breaks into my heart, the person who will ruin the whole situation.

But he is also my favorite person.

So he paced back and forth in the corridor. It wasn't until one or two waiters passed by that Lan Chaojin turned his back and left.

When I went downstairs, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes standing outside the room.

Lan Chaojin stood five meters away warily.

The man walked straight towards him as if he knew him.

Lan Chaojin backed away slightly and took a few steps. Seeing that the man didn't stop, he seemed to have some plans in mind, so Lan Chaojin turned around and ran towards the hotel's fire stairs.

The man followed closely and finally grabbed Lan Chaojin by the collar in the stairwell.

The man had an upright appearance. He looked at Lan Chaojin with a pair of narrow eagle eyes and said, "I was asked to give you a message. Stay away from the Mu family."

Lan Chaojin was grabbed by the collar by the man, who was as tall and strong as a bison.

"Who are you?"

"I am Third Master's man."

Of course Lan Chaojin knows who the third master is.

He is a well-known local figure in Macau. He takes both black and white, and half of the revenue from all casinos goes into his pocket.

If someone finds such a reliable backer, Lan Chaojin will naturally not confront him head-on.

But he was curious about who was helping Mu Chengcheng.

So he waved away the man's hand, straightened his collar, and smiled slightly: "The Mu family has not yet spread its reputation to the ears of the third master, but I am curious, who asked you to bring it?"

The man didn't hide it, it was more like he said it deliberately: "Bai Zhifan."

The three words were like a horn declaring war, and the blood in Lan Chaojin's body was swelling in the dark night.

But he knew that the purpose this time was just to clear his name and nothing else, so he couldn't make it public, so he chose to endure it.

.............................

At the other end of the corridor, as soon as Mu Chengcheng entered the room, someone slipped an envelope through the crack in the door.

Inside the envelope was an official letter for chartering a flight. It stated the departure time of the private plane, which was two hours later.

Mu Chengcheng looked at the dark night sky and secretly wondered in his heart.

Before she could think about it, the screen of her phone lit up.

It's Bai Zhifan.

"Fool, don't go that far alone next time."

"The plane has been arranged, and the cost of the charter flight will be counted as the investment funds."

"Come back quickly, Xiao Mu, don't spend the night there."

Three WeChat messages lit up the phone screen almost at the same time.

Mu Chengcheng's heart felt slightly warm.

For the first time, I feel like I can rely on you.

Of course, Mu Chengcheng subconsciously called Chu Qi and scolded her.

Chu Qi, who was rarely affected by this, hurriedly tried to persuade her: "Lan Chaojin has an unstable temperament, so hurry up and come back on Xiaobai's chartered flight."

Mu Chengcheng held the charter letter wrapped in a leather envelope in his hand, but turned around and left the room.

The lights in the room kept ringing.

The corridor is brightly lit.

This is a short night in Macau.

Charter procedures are generally complicated, and Mu Chengcheng couldn't figure out how Bai Zhifan could handle it so conveniently and quickly.

What Mu Chengcheng didn't know was...

Just before she left Macau, she flew to Lincheng.

Lan Chaojin drank a bottle of whiskey alone and opened Mu Chengcheng's door with his spare card.

Lan Chaojin wanted to take possession of her more than once. This time, he failed, and the fire in his heart burned everything.

The words "Bai Zhifan" kept lingering in Lan Chaojin's ears.
Chapter completed!