Zhao Bin looked at the thin girl on the other side. He didn't know how much pressure the other side would have to endure before he could say these words at this time. But he knew that if he changed to him, he would not be so decisive as chili pepper.

The assistant of the chili pepper desk called, and just as she was about to report to the company, she was stopped by two security guards.

"Please hand in your mobile phone. Thank you for your cooperation."

"My mobile phone is my personal belongings. What right do you have for me to hand it in? I'll tell you that...