บท 1593: Bloodline Project

Jinling suburbs.

Standing on the edge of Lu Zhou's front yard, Xing Bian straightened his tie. After clearing his throat, he reached out his index finger and pressed the doorbell.

Soon, a familiar face was projected on the holographic screen. He was looked at with scrutiny.

The face then asked, "Why are you here again?"

Xing Bian almost choked on his own saliva.

But this was not the first time he dealt with Lu Zhou. A sunny smile quickly appeared on his face as he said, "I'm just coming to visit you on a regular basis. Don't worry, I'm definitely not going to trouble you this time… Look, I brought souvenirs for you."

While speaking, Xing Bian shook the paper bag in his hand with a smile.

Lu Zhou stared at the paper bag for a while,

"What's this…?"

Xing Bian didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pointed to the door with a smile on his face.

"Let's talk inside."

The door soon opened.