Coming to VIP Club again, the front desk saw Zhao Bin's blood and screamed directly.

"Whatever you're screaming about, just slaughtered a chicken and cooked soup for you at noon." Zhao Bin made a joke and went straight to Yang Haiqian's office on the second floor.

"Bed in the slot, what are you doing?" The monkey looked at Zhao Bin with surprise on his face.

"What about Yang Haiqian?" Zhao Bin saw a monkey in the office alone. The other party was sitting in front of the computer playing games. He looked around for a while, but did not see Yang Haiqian.

"After going out to work, the club will...