Dark room, surrounded by the smell of mildew, occasionally a slight moan from the arm, mixed with men's heavy breathing, everything seems so cheap.

Zhao Bin frowned. He used to live in an orphanage a hundred times better than here, even if the conditions were worse. It was like building a small hotel on a rubbish dump.

Now it's more than three o'clock at night. It's nearly ten hours since Zhao Bin saw Zhou Changhong. After that, Zhao Bin told Bai Qili about the land. He didn't go directly to the company. He was preparing for something.

Sending Yang Haiqian to Heng City, he was not sure whether the Red...