As she stepped into the presidential suite from the dimly lit corridor, Bai Fien couldn't see a thing.,Although no one told him who he was saving, he remembered the face. Over the past few years, he had seen Li Lingxuan's face countless times in the news, but this was the second time he had walked back into his life.,Bai Xianxian took a deep breath, then pulled out the second tool she had prepared for tonight—a device that sprayed mist. The steam shot directly onto Li Lingxuan on the bed.。