On the day of divorce, my ex-husband begged me to get back together.

Jian Chu breathed rapidly and shouted angrily, "Chu Muhe, what on earth are you thinking?"

Chu Muhe said sarcastically, "What kind of heart can I have? I just feel sorry for you, Jian Chu. Do you think Qi Baiyan can always protect you? Now he can hardly protect himself."

Jian Chu gritted his teeth and said, "Chu Muhe, don't go too far!"

Jian Chu was already upset. The person he cared about the most had an accident. Who could accept this result?

Her face looked solemn and uneasy, and her heart was pounding.

But she remembered what Qi Boyan had said. He had warned her last night not to believe anything Shule said.

But this matter concerned Qi Baiyan's safety, and she simply couldn't pretend she heard nothing.

She took a deep breath, feeling in an indescribably bad mood.

She said coldly: "Chu Muhe, if anything really happens to him, I won't let you go."

Chu Muhe laughed loudly: "You won't let me go? What can you do to me? Now Qi Baiyan's life or death is uncertain, you should think about how you are going to live in the future."

Jian Chu tried to hold back tears and said coldly, "Chu Muhe, don't be too proud. I believe Bai Yan will be fine. God will see to it."

Chu Muhe snorted: "Hmph, then you just wait and see if he can survive." After that, he hung up the phone.

Jian Chu held the phone, her body trembling slightly, her heart filled with worry and anger. But she quickly calmed down, changed her clothes quickly, took her bag and car keys, and prepared to drive to the hospital.

Before going out, she remembered that the most important thing was to call Yao Cen, because Yao Cen was with Qi Boyan and Yao Cen knew Qi Boyan's situation best.

But no one answered the call.

In this situation, no one answered the phone, which made Jian Chu feel like a headless fly.

This side of the club.

Chu Muhe chatted with Shule: "Mr. Shule, I told Jian Chu that Jian Chu will find out whether Qi Baiyan has any problems or not. Can we end it now?"

Shule didn't say much when he saw this. It was indeed time to end it. After all, staying any longer would be a waste of time.

Shuer said calmly: "It's getting late, let's go back first. I will inform you of the progress of the subsequent cooperation."

When Shule said this, everyone immediately understood.

No matter what, everyone can leave, which is undoubtedly worth being happy about. If we continue to stay here, we will probably suffocate.

The atmosphere gradually became relaxed, the bodyguard opened the door of the private room, and everyone prepared to go out.

But before anyone could leave, the door of the private room was closed again by the bodyguard.

The bodyguard's expression changed drastically: "There are so many reporters."

Because they were all holding cameras, it was easy to tell that they were reporters.

After the bodyguard finished speaking, Shule's assistant immediately walked to the door and looked out through the glass on the door: "Mr. Shule, it's bad, there are a lot of reporters outside!"

Shule was shocked: "Reporter? Why are there reporters?"

Chu Muhe was also panicking: "What should we do? If the reporters expose this, it will become a big deal."

Chu Muhe blurted out Shul's thoughts, because Shul really didn't want the media to know about the cooperation just after it began.

If too many people know about it, it will affect subsequent actions.

This is not a good thing. Shule had a cold face and a very solemn expression. Although the door was closed, because there were so many people, the voice outside could be vaguely heard: "Is Mr. Shule in there?"

"I heard that Mr. Shule has an important cooperation to discuss here tonight. May I ask what kind of project Mr. Shule is planning to invest in?"

"Could you tell us a little bit, Mr. Shure?"

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Shul's face became even gloomier, but those business owners who were forced to sign were somewhat relaxed. After all, with the media coming, they had a backer. However, the door was closed, and Shul obviously didn't want to open it.

In such an atmosphere, everyone fell into a state of silence.

Chu Muhe also whispered when he saw this: "Mr. Shule, what exactly do these people want to do?"

Shule looked gloomy and said nothing, but his expression was very ugly.

Shure doesn't want to make headlines, nor does he really want to be talked about for not opening the door.

Shul frowned and stared at the closed door gloomily. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Don't panic yet. Find out how these reporters got the news."

Chu Muhe nodded quickly, but seemed at a loss.

At this time, a business owner couldn't help but say, "Mr. Shure, I think we should open the door first. Only by opening the door can the media see what we are doing. Otherwise, people will talk about us and think we are doing something shameful!"

Shul glared at him and shouted, "Don't talk nonsense! If anyone dares to talk nonsense again, I will make him pay for it."

The business owner was so scared that he shrank his neck and dared not say a word.

Everyone fell silent again, and the atmosphere in the room became increasingly depressing, as if the air itself had become heavier.

Chu Muhe paced back and forth anxiously, muttering to himself, "What should we do? If it is exposed, we will all be in trouble. This will also affect the Shule Group in North City. This consequence is not good. Mr. Shule, I think it may have something to do with Qi Baiyan. Is he deliberately causing trouble behind the scenes?"

Shul's face was gloomy to the extreme, but he didn't respond to these words.

At this point, Assistant Shule came over cautiously and said, "Mr. Shule, how about I go out and deal with the reporters to calm them down first? Maybe I can buy some time so we can think of a countermeasure."

Shul pondered for a moment, shook his head decisively and said, "No, going out now will only make them more convinced that we are doing something unspeakable in there. They are waiting to catch us, so we can't take risks easily."

Shule certainly wouldn't act rashly because he had something on his mind.

The atmosphere quieted down again.

Shule narrowed his eyes slightly. He thought for a long time before speaking: "Go open the door. I want to see what these people want to do."

The assistant nodded and went to open the door.

Shule walked out directly and looked at the reporters with a calm expression. Shule glanced at them sharply and said, "You have seriously affected my personal schedule. I will ask my lawyer to send you a letter of attorney. I hope you will apologize to me."

Shul simply avoided the question that he wanted to ask and took the initiative.

The reporters and media were also stunned for a moment. They obviously didn't expect Shure to do this.

But he remained calm and immediately repeated the question: "Mr. Shull, are you here for any cooperation tonight?"

"Who told you that I have cooperation? You can ask the person who told you and let him tell you."

This has always been Shure's attitude towards the media.

It is the same abroad, because the Shure Group media dare not easily provoke him. (End of this chapter)