President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

Hearing this, Smith looked at Song Runian in disbelief as if he saw some stranger.

Taking a deep breath, he asked back, "Isn't Mr. S the person you sent to rescue me, Mrs. Bo?"

After a pause, he added, "It's the man who looks very similar to Young Master Bo. He wore a mask before, but when he was in prison, the prison guards called him Mr. S."

"You mean, Si Han?" Song Runian raised his eyebrows.

Then he took out his mobile phone and showed him Bao Sibai's photo, "The one who looks the same as Bao Sibai?"

Smith nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, she looks the same as Bo Shao, but the charm and movements are quite different."

"Annie, don't you know her?" Vivienne expressed her confusion, "Why do you still ask?"

"I do vaguely know that Mr. S is Si Han, but just now Pete said that Si Han is extremely powerful, so I thought it was a bit strange." Song Ru-nian said.

The Si Han she knew was a company executive who grew up from a small beggar abroad, and is currently working as the general manager of Double Hundred Company.

It's understandable that such an identity is a bit powerful, but it can reach the level that Pete is afraid of, isn't it?

After all, Pete even dared to lie to Bo Sibai, the richest man in Xizhou, the black-faced King of Hades.

But the only one who is afraid of Si Han who is the general manager?

No matter what Song Runian thought, he couldn't justify it.

In his mind, Sihan's face that was exactly the same as Bao Sibai's, and his behavior more and more like Bo Sibai's appeared again.

This seems to be really different from the Si Han she knew before!

Just as he was thinking, Pete, who was tied up on the ground like a maggot, squirmed to Song Runian's feet, "Miss Anne, you can ask me to do anything, I can do things for you, I will be your lackey, I will do anything OK!"

As long as you don't go to jail!

Pete clearly realized that if he went to prison, he would never be able to get out again.

"No matter what I say, are you willing?" Song Runian calmed down and asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, yes," Pete thought he had hope, and hurriedly nodded desperately, "I can do whatever I want, please, Miss Anne."

"Okay then," Song Runian put on a embarrassed expression, "Then you go to the police station and surrender to the police for all the bad things you have done."

what? !

Pete froze for a moment.

Isn't this still going to jail!

This damned Annie was just making fun of him!

Seeing that the pleading was fruitless, Pete knew in his heart that he would definitely be sent to prison.

He simply smashed the jar and yelled at Song Runian.

"Bitch, don't be too complacent. Even if you send me to prison, it won't be easy for you. Just wait, Jiang Yilin's mother will definitely drag you into hell!"

"You mean Baixian?" Song Runian raised her eyebrows in surprise, "What is she going to do to me?"

Pete sneered, "Why should I tell you, let you prepare in advance?"

After a pause, she looked at Song Runian ferociously and distortedly, "She said that even if Jiang Yilin fails, she will have a way to deal with you. Just wait, she will definitely kill you!"

"Shut up!" Vivienne couldn't listen anymore, grabbed the umbrella at the door, and knocked Pete unconscious!

Then he turned his head and looked at Song Runian, "Don't listen to his Annie, isn't that Baixian already wanted? It's enough for the wanted criminal to find a hiding place, so how could he have the time to deal with you!"