He was afraid that Qibing wouldn't dare to go. Uncle Zhu wasn't happy that he was made into a scapegoat, but on the surface, he still followed Zhao Qibing's orders and poured Yu Ning out of the box onto the king-sized bed in the Presidential Suite.
"Master Bing, everything's been prepared as you ordered. What do you think we should do now?" Uncle Zhu asked.
"Oh, give this powder to Yu Ning, I'm going to set up the camera!" Qibing said as he took out a packet of powder from his bag and handed it to uncle Zhu. He then took out a camera.
"Oh? What is this powder?" Uncle Zhu was taken aback.
