Chen Zishun's expression instantly became distorted, and he looked even more sinister in the dim environment.
At this critical moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Jiaojiao, I'm here," said a sexy female voice. Shortly after, the door was opened and the crisp sound of high heels followed as a woman walked into the room.
If other men were present, they would definitely be charmed by this alluring woman.
Yan Qingqing was wearing a tight black dress. Her skin was fair, and she had long legs. Wine-red waves of hair fell over her shoulders. Coupled with her exquisite eye makeup and fiery red lips, she threw Chi Jiao a flirtatious look.
"Did you bring the information?" Chi Jiao turned around and looked at her.
"Of course," Yan Qingqing said as she passed the folder to her.
Chen Zishun's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was deathly pale.
