Longhu Residence, third floor.
Qin Jiang and Xu Muge entered room number eight.
A young man with a crew cut, looking very capable, was sitting inside drinking tea.
The young man was Zhou Shaotong, the son of the head of the Commerce Department.
"So you're Xu Muge? You're quite a catch!" Zhou Shaotong squinted and sneered with laughter, "You want a qualification certificate? It's not hard. Come kneel before me, unbuckle your belt, and show me your skills right here in front of him!"
Mr. Chu Tianjiao had given the order, and he was naturally happy to oblige.
At this moment, he was even beginning to think about how to claim credit in front of Chu Tianjiao, completely oblivious to the chilling gaze from Qin Jiang.
"Despicable!" Xu Muge's pretty face turned iron blue, and she clenched her fists in anger; yet she did not strike, after all, Zhou Shaotong's father had no ordinary background, and they were not someone they could afford to provoke!