"Within half an hour, I want to see Lord Zhao, no problem with that, right?"
Zhou Qiang: "..."
There is... there is a problem!
The only ones he could meet were those around Lord Zhao, the person he called Brother Zhao.
How could he possibly meet Lord Zhao?
However, in the face of the desire to survive, he dared not say it was not possible.
Chuzheng found a chair in the warehouse and placed it in front of Chu Wu.
"Sit down."
Chu Wu obediently sat down.
She bent over to examine the palm print on his face that had been struck.
Her breath sprayed onto his cheek, a cold fragrance assailing the senses.
Chuzheng's gaze fell on Chu Wu's enticing lips, and she suddenly leaned close, capturing his lips with hers.
Chu Wu was slightly startled.
There were still people around!
Chuzheng kissed him twice, not too excessively, and then quickly let him go.
She calmly took out a bottle of medicine and sprayed it on his face.