The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

Although he agreed with his mouth, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

The beating rhythm suddenly accelerated, hitting the inner wall of the chest cavity violently again and again.

To him, the sound sounded like dull thunder, which made him feel dizzy.

No, I think I may need a rescue now...

Su Ye felt a little hopeless, but still had to face it with a smile.

He kept repeating to himself frantically, "What should I do? I'm already getting nervous. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. I'm not panicking, ...."

Su Ye tensed his facial muscles and pretended to be calm, so that there were not many flaws on the surface.

Zhu Qingshuo was standing nearby and saw clearly the nervousness that Su Ye was trying hard to hide.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Then he came to his senses, took a step forward, and slowly pushed open the heavy door in front of him.

The moment the door opened, Su Ye felt a buzzing sound in his head, and it went blank in an instant.

The air around seemed to solidify rapidly.

In the silent corridor, the only sound was their almost inaudible breathing.

The sounds rose and fell, echoing slowly in this deathly silent space, pulling at the nerves that were stretched to the extreme.

The door slowly slid open inwards, and a faint and elegant scent of tea wafted out.

As soon as Su Ye raised his eyes, he was blinded by a strong light and narrowed his eyes.

After he got used to the light, he looked carefully and saw that the box in front of him was extremely spacious.

Bright lights poured down from the ceiling, illuminating the entire space.

An exquisite round table is placed steadily in the center, and the surface of the table is so shiny that you can see your reflection in it.

A man in black was sitting there quietly, facing the door sideways.

The man was holding a teacup elegantly in his hand, gently blowing on the hot steam rising from the rim of the cup, then he slightly opened his lips and took a small sip.

Su Ye's throat rolled subconsciously and he swallowed.

As if this would help me swallow the tension in my heart.

What should I do? This person has such a strong aura.

Woo woo woo scared.

He quickly looked away, but his mind involuntarily began to recall the scene he had just seen in that quick glance.

The man had short hair with slightly curled ends, which gave him a unique artistic charm.

The length just reaches the neck, and it looks like the originally fashionable wolf tail hairstyle has grown a little longer over time.

He was wearing all black. As for the specific style, Su Ye was too flustered at that moment and only vaguely remembered that it was pure black.

Overall, it gives people a very fashionable feeling.

He exudes an aura that is so powerful that it is somewhat depressing, just like a man who has been working in the field of art for many years and has achieved great accomplishments.

Su Ye has been in the business world for many years and has seen all kinds of people, but the aura of the man in front of him made him feel a chill in his heart and his legs felt a little weak.

He bit his lower lip slightly, trying to calm himself down.

Before he could react or think deeply, he saw Zhu Qingshuo taking a step forward calmly.

Su Ye was stunned at first, and then the words that Zhu Qingshuo said to him before he opened the door flashed through his mind.

"Don't be afraid to go in, just follow me."