The door was pushed open, and the secretary looked piteously at the children squatting on the ground, watching them cry bitterly. Although pity, she was not sympathetic.

Anyway, the boss paid enough sincerity accordingly. It doesn't matter how these children came from.

"Boss, we have fresh goods."

Hamid raised his eyebrows. "Today is really a good day."

It was a 16-17-year-old who, although older than expected, was superior to the bright-eyed, but it was not easy to cry.

"Do you know what to do next?" He laughed and looked up and down narrowly at the young man in front of him. His eyes kept looking down at his lower body....