The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Everyone looked outside the door curiously, and a man wearing a high-end suit, with a cold and noble temperament, walked in. Behind him followed two young people, a man and a woman, both of whom had extraordinary temperaments.

"Mr. Xu, Mr. Lin, Hello, Miss Su." Seeing this, Xiao Wu hurriedly went up to greet them.

Lin Yan and Su Yao nodded at the same time in response.

"Where's the person? Have you found him?" Xu Zehao's tone sounded calm, but unusually cold.

"No, we just arrived, there's nothing in here, and this kid is being stubborn and won't say anything."

Xu Zehao was silent. He raised his head and glanced at the private room. His eyes were cold and sharp, carrying a terrifying sense of intimidation.

He walked in slowly and came in front of Duan Feng.

Duan Feng held his head high, looking at Xu Zehao in a gangster-like manner, sneering with contempt and provocation in his eyes, not realizing that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended, and that he was in big trouble.

Xu Zehao just looked at him and walked towards him calmly, with no emotion in his eyes.

When he walked up to Duan Feng, he suddenly grabbed Duan Feng's hair with lightning speed, and directly pulled his head and slammed it hard on the table. The head hit the table with a "bang" sound, and blood immediately flowed down his forehead.

"Ah..." Along with the sound of the collision, there were screams from others.

They were all frightened by the sudden scene before them. They turned their heads away and dared not look directly at it. The timid women in the crowd saw this scene and screamed in fear. They were so scared that they quickly covered their mouths and dared not say a word. Except for Duan Feng's moans, the scene was as silent as death.

Xu Zehao held Duan Feng's head like this, and slowly leaned down, still looking at Duan Feng expressionlessly. The difference was that there was now a frightening fierceness in his dark eyes, "I'll ask you again, where is the person?"

At this moment, Duan Feng was frightened out of his wits by Xu Zehao's blow. He no longer had the arrogant attitude he had before. He covered his forehead and trembled as he replied, "In... in... next door... in the next private room."

As soon as Xu Zehao loosened his grip, Duan Feng collapsed like a kite with a broken string, his face full of fear and pain. The people who were traveling with him were dodging and evading, too frightened to even breathe.

"Keep an eye on them, don't let any of them escape." Xu Zehao ordered Xiaowu in a cold voice.

Xu Zehao walked out briskly with a cold face, and Lin Yan followed quickly with Su Yao carrying the medicine box.

Xu Zehao pushed open the door of the next room. It was pitch black inside. He turned on the light and saw Zhou Yian lying on the sofa.

His heart skipped a beat, and he didn't even notice the disgusting puddle of vomit beside her. He hurried over to help her up, and called out anxiously, "An An, wake up."

Zhou Yian's face was pale and he tilted his head weakly. His eyes, which used to be as bright as stars, had become dim and lifeless. He looked at Xu Zehao blankly and did not respond to his call for a long time.

"An An, wake up." Xu Zehao shook her gently.

Zhou Yian's facial features were wrinkled, with a painful expression on his face. He lowered his head and murmured softly, "It hurts... it hurts..."

Su Yao, who was standing by, was the first to notice that something was wrong with her. "Xu Zehao, stop shaking her. She seems to be a little bit abnormal."

Xu Zehao's pupils trembled, and he immediately stopped moving and asked softly, "Where does it hurt?"

As he spoke, his eyes roamed over her body, checking where she was injured, and then he noticed that one of her cheeks was slightly red and swollen.

He touched her cheek gently, "Does it hurt here?" Zhou Yian frowned and did not answer.

"Xu Zehao, please go out for a moment. I'll check her." Su Yao looked at Zhou Yian's unusual expression and felt that something was wrong.

Xu Zehao quickly and gently placed her on the sofa, then followed Lin Yan out and returned to the original private room.

As soon as he entered the room, he grabbed Duan Feng by the collar and lifted him up. With red eyes, he asked coldly, "You hit her, didn't you? Where did you hit her? Huh?"

Duan Feng had witnessed Xu Zehao's cruelty, and was so frightened that his whole body was shaking and he couldn't utter a word.

Xu Zehao's eyes were as cold as ice. He shook him vigorously and growled in a cold voice, "I told you to speak."

"I...I..." Duan Feng kept mumbling for a long time but didn't dare to say out loud that he did hit her.

Xu Zehao threw him aside and stepped back while pulling at his tie in annoyance. Then he stretched out his right hand and opened his palm. Xiaowu took a look and tactfully took out a long strip from his arms and handed it to him.

It was a retractable iron rod. Xu Zehao slowly swung the iron rod away. His ink-black eyes were as cold as a thin blade. If looks could kill, Duan Feng would have died many times.

He slowly approached Duan Feng, who was so frightened that he twisted his body and backed away like a maggot.

"Which hand did you hit?" The words were cold as ice, making people shudder.

"Do you know who my father is?" Duan Feng wailed as he retreated, his voice trembling with tears.

"You can't hit me, you can't hit me, my dad will kill you, you...ah" Before he could finish his words, the sound of breaking bones was heard, accompanied by Duan Feng's miserable howl.

"Ah..., ah..." Duan Feng covered his arm that was broken by Xu Zehao and rolled on the ground howling in pain.

At this time, Duan Feng's friends huddled in the crowd and dared not say a word. They were so frightened that cold sweats broke out, fearing that they would be the next one.

Xu Zehao had a gloomy face and slowly squatted down, "Speak, tell me, where did you hit her?"

"My dad...my dad...is the secretary of the Tianshui...city...secretary, you..."

"Secretary of the Tianshui Municipal Party Committee, right? You don't want to tell me, right?" Xu Zehao smiled coldly, threw the iron rod in his hand, and kicked Duan Feng hard in the chest.

"Ah..." Duan Feng's wailing was even louder than before.

This kick directly kicked Duan Feng several meters away. Duan Feng, who was originally lying on the ground, was kicked and fell face down on the ground.

Cough... cough... cough...

He kept coughing, and blood came out along with his coughs. Saliva mixed with blood flowed out of his mouth, making the ground all over, which was shocking.

“Brother… spare me… spare me… let me go, let me go.” At this time, Duan Feng was like a defeated rooster, begging for mercy, without his former glory.

"I...I just lightly...lightly kicked her. I...I didn't...touch her."

Xu Zehao sneered and chuckled, then slowly walked towards him, "You still want to touch him?"

"I... no, I didn't touch... her." Duan Feng struggled back in pain.

When he was about to reach Duan Feng, Su Yao's voice sounded from behind him, her tone was flustered and anxious, "Xu Zehao, something big has happened, she is seriously injured, you should send her to the hospital immediately."

Xu Zehao's expression froze and his steps also stopped. "What did you say?"

Duan Feng, who was standing aside, suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Yao in disbelief, muttering to himself: "No... Impossible, I really... Really just kicked her lightly... Lightly."