Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 8: She’s a Big Shot You Can’t Afford to Provoke 2

Editor: Atlas Studios

Sang Nian said weakly.

It wasn’t because of her identity but because they might have really wronged her.

The range of the suspect’s escape was large, and it was a gang crime.

When Lu Xiao looked away again, he put her identification and her belongings back into her bag, one by one.

Last was her cellphone.

When he picked it up, he unintentionally touched the screen, and it suddenly lit up.

A photo appeared before his eyes, and his hand paused slightly.

Sang Nian saw the cellphone light up and subconsciously looked over, Lu Xiao pressed the screen off and directly tossed her phone into the bag.

Handing over the bag, he walked out first, leaving a sentence behind, “Don’t touch her things again.”

Sang Nian responded.

However, he glanced at the cellphone in the bag, what had the boss seen just now? His expression seemed somewhat subtle…?

Wen Xian was on the second floor.

The first floor was for handling various matters, while the second floor had a rest area, which is where she was currently locked in.

When Lu Xiao and his team came upstairs, as soon as the door opened, they saw her, wrapped in a loose, red Tibetan dress, sitting on the windowsill. One bare foot was on the bed below and the other on the windowsill, with a cigarette in hand, puffing smoke.

Her demeanor was like that of a troublesome second master.

The room was filled with thick smoke.

As soon as Lu Xiao entered, he frowned slightly and waved in the air; Sang Nian followed, coughing.

Damn it, how many cigarettes had this big star smoked, no, more precisely, how is it that she even smoked? Wasn’t she all sweet and sexy, gentle in her media interviews and her online persona?

What was she really like in private?

Wen Xian saw them enter but continued smoking, not even glancing their way, just letting out a faint, indifferent snort from her nose.

She knew the bottom line.

Lu Xiao walked up to her, extended his hand, and Sang Nian hurried to pass her bag over.

Lu Xiao was frank. If he made a mistake, he wouldn’t deny it, and if he hadn’t, he would adhere to the regulations.

“This is your bag. Come out, we won’t restrict your personal freedom too much now,” he said.

“Ha, don’t bother, I’m just a suspect, keep me locked up,” she replied, glancing at him with a scornful, lazy look.

Lu Xiao looked handsome and composed as he faced her, “I know you’re angry, but this is also our job.”

“Oh! So stripping off my clothes and putting me in this was also part of your job?” she tugged at the loose collar of her garment.

Fuck.

Sang Nian’s eyes widened.

The boss changed her clothes?? The boss dressed this top-tier celebrity?? Didn’t that mean he saw her… completely?

Sang Nian suddenly discovered a super juicy piece of gossip and struggled to remain calm.

The next second, Lu Xiao glanced at Sang Nian.

Immediately, Sang Nian coughed dryly and awkwardly turned to leave first.

Not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Now only the two of them were left in the room.

Outside, kitchen smoke dispersed, twilight approached, and in the distance, one could gaze upon the unfolding mountain ranges and setting sun, the colors exceptionally vivid, like a magnificent oil painting highlighting the beauty of the Tibetan Area.

Golden light cascaded through the window grilles.

He approached her step by step, bent down, the man’s nose straight, cut into peaks and shadows by the light of dusk.

His lips were tightly pressed, his jaw firm.

Mature, solemn, inviolable.

He spoke deliberately, “Miss, I don’t care who you are or what your identity is. We do everything by the book. Even though I said you’re free for now, don’t you know in your heart, if you were injured, it would be easy for us to capture you again?”