Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

After finishing speaking, she turned around, led the servants, and left in a mighty manner.

The room fell silent.

Sikong Lingge stood there with a deep expression on his face.

In my mind, I kept replaying every word Mrs. Feng said.

Numbly walking towards the bathroom, Sikong Lingge looked at himself in the mirror, frowning tightly——

Although there is the example of Fang Yiren, Sikong Lingge still doesn't believe that just a small pill can change a person's problems.

However, Fang Yiren's example was placed there vividly, so she couldn't help but believe it...

Sikong Lingge frowned, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became!

never mind!

There's no time to worry about these.

Whether the pills are effective or not will be known after three days.

She has already swallowed the medicine, and she is struggling now, and it doesn't make any practical sense.

It is more practical to think about how to find out the whereabouts of the child.

Sikong Lingge scooped up some water and patted his cheeks to stabilize his emotions.

Pulling out tissue paper to dry the water off his face, Sikong listened to the song and went outside.

Originally, she had to wait until night before taking action to find the whereabouts of the child, which was safer.

However, after seeing Mrs. Feng Leili Fengxing's resolute attitude eager to settle everything, Sikong Lingge changed his mind - he must find the whereabouts of the child as soon as possible.

Although I don't really believe what Mrs. Feng said, but just in case, the pill will really work at that time, and the series of troubles that will be caused after the appearance changes, Sikong Lingge can't help being impetuous, I was so impulsive that I wanted to yell.

I can't let myself do whatever I want, and if my character is bad, Sikong Lingge can only choose to give up the plan to act at night.

After looking through the bag, there are light casual clothes inside, and there is no clothes that can be worn in Feng's home after wearing them.

Most of the servants in Feng's family have seen her before. If they don't pretend to be dressed up, let alone investigate, a bunch of people will immediately surround her as soon as they go out. Who wants to?

Sikong Lingge bit his lip, clenched his fists, and waved decisively at them.

"Miss Sikong, may I ask what you need?" The servant walked in congratulating.

"It's nothing serious." Sikong Lingge smiled slightly, "I'm a little thirsty, can I trouble you to pour me a glass of warm water?"

The servant glanced at each other, nodded, and went downstairs to pour water by himself.

"Miss Sikong, if you have something to do, call me at any time," another servant turned around and returned to the door to be the gatekeeper.

After much difficulty, the servant was lured in, how could Sikong Lingge let her go?

Reach out and grab her wrist.

"Miss Sikong?" The servant frowned, his wrists were blushing, "What's wrong with you? If you have something to say, speak slowly, don't—one by one—"

Before the servant could finish his sentence, there was a sudden pain in his stamina, his whole body went limp, and he fell to the ground, unable to move.

"Miss Sikong, what is this?" The servant raised his head, not understanding why Sikong Lingge did this suddenly.

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

Sikong Lingge apologized secretly in his heart, he held the servant's arms, and quickly helped the servant into the dressing room——

The other servant will be back soon, she doesn't have much time, she can't drag her feet, and she doesn't have extra time to explain to the servant.

Sikong Lingge took off the specially-made coat from the servant and put it on for himself.