Suddenly, Qicheng went out of the glass room and stood in front of Gu Qianmeng, regardless of all the people who were in the meeting. He even touched her head intimately and painfully. Why, I said a few words, now to cry?

"..." Gu Qianmeng twisted his fingers secretly, darkened his eyes and turned to look at Qiuzi ink.

When Qiu Zimo's eyes blinked, a despicable idea that he didn't want to admit rushed to his face. After thinking about it, he looked at Qicheng and said, "Well, I didn't expect her swing technique to be so fascinating, or I would not bring her here today... But... It seems that...