Chapter 381

you were with Li Qin. When Fu Yan needed you to trust her, you made her kneel in the ancestral hall. And when Fu Yan was cursed by Huo JingShu to never have children, you just stood there and watched...Men share a commonality in their desire for strength.

Just as they all respected Huo Mingzheng.

Fu Yan was truly surprised that Huo Mingzheng went to save Li Qin without even bringing out his trump card, Soron.

"Miss Fu, please have a good rest in your room. Both Sorin and I are here." Solen's attitude towards Fu Yan was also very polite, probably because he had been misunderstood by Fu Yan the night before and had chased her for a long way, feeling guilty in his heart.

Fu Yan suddenly became curious, "Why do you call him Mingzheng Young Master"

Sauron's true name is unknown, "Miss Fu may ask Master Mingzheng herself."

Fu Yan nodded, and didn't ask any further questions. Anyway, she wouldn't get anything out of him.

Just as she thought, the other party remained tight-lipped. Huo Mingzheng must have some secrets, a secret that she had never heard of before, perhaps even few people in the Huo family knew about it.

Looking at the door close, Sauron let out a sigh and said to Cao Fang, “Miss Fu seems very cold towards me. I offended her last time, and Miss Fu probably hasn’t forgiven me yet.”

Cao Fang said without changing his expression: "It's not your fault, you and I are both implicated."

Sauron raised an eyebrow, knowing without further questioning who had implicated them.

The elevator doors opened and a janitor pushed a cleaning cart over.

The cleaning vehicle was bulky and had a large capacity. Sauron lifted the tarp and inspected it routinely, finding no weapons before allowing the person to pass.

Fu Yan was a woman. It was late at night, and it wasn't convenient for them to go in. They only opened a crack in the door, so that if there was any noise inside, they could hear it immediately.

The janitor went in for less than ten minutes and pushed the cleaning cart out.

Sauron leaned against the wall, biting one end of his sleeve with one hand and pulling the other end tight, his gaze wary on the cleaning vehicle.

This cleaning trolley has a large capacity and can hold lots of things. There are two support crossbars above the storage bins and the axle of the wheels.

At this moment, the two horizontal bars were bent down, forming a sunken arc.

Sauron narrowed his eyes. The horizontal bar had been perfectly still before, not even bent under pressure, unless it was loaded with a lot of weight. This degree of bending could only be caused by something over ninety pounds, perhaps even a hundred.

How much trash can one ward generate!

"Stop!"

Sauron took a step forward, and the janitor, who had been walking slowly just moments before, suddenly became nimble. He shoved his cleaning cart into the elevator shaft with surprising speed, then whipped out a knife from his snow boot!

His eyes glinted with malice, he was a trained killer!

Sauron strode forward without batting an eyelid, sizing up his opponent as he called out, "Cao Fang!"

Caofang had already chased to the elevator outside, one hand horizontally pushing into the elevator door that was about to close, the elevator door suddenly opened on both sides, he immediately squeezed in, and lifted the cleaning car's cover!

Underneath some cleaning tools, there are two large plastic bags filled with water and sealed. The estimated weight is over ninety kilograms.

Cao Fang's face changed, awful!

This is a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain!

There, Sauron had already subdued the fake janitor. Only to hear Cao Fang shout fiercely: "Sauron, go see Miss Fu quickly!"

Two people rushed into the ward, one after another.

The window, which should have been closed, was open, letting in a howling cold wind that made the curtains dance wildly. Only one bedside lamp illuminated the room, making it seem eerie and desolate.

Sauron strode past, leaned against the window, and suddenly raised his head!

Under the gloomy night, Fu Yan's head drooped, her long hair was blown messily by the wind, she was unconscious, as if she had been drugged, bound tightly at her waist with a thick rope, and being hoisted upwards rapidly along a pulley.Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work.