The minute hand of the pendulum clock moved in the club had merely made one round when Luo Qiu and his customer, Su Zijun, came back. Luo Qiu looked normal but Su Zijun had a pale face. She looked like a giant pressure cooker which could explode... anytime.
Su Zijun whispered, "Three hundred billion is impossible! This is just your excuse. You said you were supposed to sell everything... Liar." Luo Qiu knew that she said it on purpose. He smiled and didn't intend to respond, "Miss. Zijun, it's quite early, would you like to drink something?"
"No." Su Zijun stared at Luo Qiu and then left.
You Ye came close to Luo Qiu after seeing Su Zijun leaving. She said with a pity, "Oh, I just made a blood drink for Miss. Zijun."
"Really? How did you make that?" Luo Qiu asked curiously.
You Ye smiled, "It was a little hard based on the traditional way. So I made it using molecular cuisine."
"Well..."
