Under the cover of darkness, the vehicles arranged by Lin Han entered the dilapidated old building. The group of women, now dressed, took the elevator and departed.
Once everyone had evacuated, Qiao An turned to Cheng Quan and Du Lijun with a look of great interest. A triumphant, roguish, and malicious smile played on her lips.
"Tonight's game isn't over yet. Sorry to have kept you two waiting…"
Du Lijun looked utterly demoralized, her face a mask of disbelief. 'How could the young woman I knew from the Cat Cafe turn into this?' And on top of that, she was currently being throttled by a panda.
Cheng Quan, on the other hand, simply hung his head as if drained of all strength and cunning, his heart a pit of cold ash.
His so-called company was just a shell corporation. He had no real career; his only money-making venture was built on these illicit dealings.
