Wang Yi is indeed an old fox. Fortunately, she didn't spill blood on her body during the assassination, otherwise she would have been in trouble.

"What is this beautiful lady worried about?" An extremely blunt Chinese language sounded in Su Zijin's ears.

When she looked up, she saw a sunny man with blond hair. His Burberry windbreaker showed his identity. He looked British.

Su Zijin raised his lips and smiled politely, then frowned again, "I walked around here for a long time but couldn't find the exit."

This made Su Zijin, who was charming, petite and frail, undoubtedly remember the compassion and compassion of the man in front of her.

"An assassination just happened here. The exits are blocked. You definitely can't get out." The British man continued to explain to Su Zijin in stumbling Chinese.

"Ah!" Hearing the word "assassination", Su Zijin's beautiful eyes widened, as if he had been greatly frightened, "It's so scary, there is actually a killer!"

Glancing to the left, Su Zijin saw several uniformed policemen. Su Zijin was not afraid of being tired and added drama to himself. His legs went weak and he almost collapsed on the man. "I am a foreigner. They don't know how to do it."

Do you doubt me?"

The man smiled faintly, caressed Su Zijin, who was like a frightened deer, and spoke with tenderness, "If the beautiful young lady is so scared, can I take you out?"

Hearing the expected words, Su Zijin immediately showed gratitude, "Thank you!" He bowed gracefully, concealing the trace of Yan Emperor's flash of cunning.

The man raised his arm in a gesture of invitation, and Su Zijin took his arm willingly, and the two of them walked to the front door in a swaggering manner.

When the policeman at the door saw the British man, he immediately nodded respectfully and consciously moved out of the way.

When the two of them walked down the steps side by side, the British man suddenly turned red and asked, "Can I know your name?"

"Okay!" But before he could say the word "ok", Su Zijin slipped and rolled down the more than 400 steps.

In a daze, she seemed to hear the sound of her landing, the man's anxious call, the siren of the ambulance...

Why are her eyelids so heavy? What Su Zijin lamented before losing consciousness was that she must go to the London Health Bureau to complain, why was there a bar of soap on the 400-plus steps!!!

The moment she closed her eyes, she just wanted to shout to her employer: If I die, I must convert my year-end bonus into hell coins and burn it to me!!!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The lazy concubine robs the wealth and the prince dies~~~~~~~~

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Hmm... it hurts... Su Zijin, who was half asleep and half awake, couldn't help but frown.

She just moved her shoulders slightly, and half of her body felt as if it had fallen apart. Her chest was experiencing bursts of stinging pain due to the local influence, making her unable to rest peacefully. She could only cry out from her lips.

A few small moans escaped.
Chapter completed!