The meeting with Shen Jiajun was in the reception hall halfway up the mountain.
Eric didn't mind inviting friends to play in the courtyard where he lived, but there were many stolen national treasures there.
Even if Shen Jiajun, a government official, turned a blind eye, Eric felt embarrassed!
As Eric entered the courtyard where the reception hall was located, he saw Shen Jiajun sitting in the reception hall. However, Shen Jiajun's expression was odd. His face was red, and he was frequently drinking water.
As Eric took the seventeen steps through the courtyard, the beautiful blood slave next to Shen Jiajun refilled his teacup three times.
"Although the tea here is a top-grade Da Hong Pao, there's no need to be so greedy, right? Are you really that thirsty? But, it doesn't seem particularly hot today... I don't get it..." With a hint of amusement and confusion, Eric stepped into the hall.