Lin Jiaojiao's face flashed with excitement, "Really? That's wonderful."
Then, Lin Jiaojiao looked at Qiu Muran with killing intent and gritted her teeth, "Qiu Muran and that guy Ye, you two will meet down there tomorrow!"
In such an atmosphere, Qiu Muran became even more worried.
"Hehe, Jiaojiao, the War God will be here in ten minutes. Surely, I can take a bit of advantage of this opportunity, right?"
After putting away his phone, Fu Yanjie rubbed his hands together, leeringly walking towards Qiu Muran.
Qiu Muran kept retreating, eyes full of disgust. If Fu Yanjie dared to lay his pig's hands on her, she'd rather die.
"Of course, you can, Brother Jie, do whatever you like. After all, it's just the two of us here, I won't tell anyone!" Lin Jiaojiao laughed, tacitly approving Fu Yanjie's actions.
"Bam!"
But at this moment, a thunderous bang echoed, and simultaneously, the sturdy door of the presidential suite was kicked open with a heavy crash, yet somehow, it didn't break.
