On the way back, Nie Lang, with no face, sat in the car without moving, and had only the second half of his miserable life in mind.

Zhao Tiezhu didn't care about him. A group of people came to Xiangyu Hotel, where suites were prepared early. Outside the suite, some people have been guarding here to ensure the safety of the delegation in all directions.

Everything is well arranged. Wang Wenquan has nothing to say.

But after nine o'clock, Wang Wenquan has been smelly, and he seems to be still resentful about what happened at the airport before. Zhao Tiezhu did not care whether he was upset or not. As...