Journey to Capital Base (8)

The 1.83 m tall man was crying like a girl, his crude and sinister face truly painful for the eyes.

"Yun Huan, what do you think?" Qin Yi was annoyed by the crying. She had never seen a man that could cry so well.

Qin Yi perked up her graceful neck, her thick eyelashes brushes that tickled Yun Huan's mind.

Scarface cried and looked pitifully towards Yun Huan.

Yun Huan's eyebrows moved. The afternoon sun was strong. Although summer was over, the weather was hot, and perspiration was already trickling down Qin Yi's nose.

Yun Huan wiped away her perspiration with love. Although it was not very effective, he sheltered Qin Yi from the scorching sun with his broad hands.

"We won't investigate what you guys have done. Open the warehouse. We will leave after lunch." Yun Huan glanced at Scarface coldly, his eyes emitting an ice-cold aura.