"Miss Zhou, we've arrived. Please get out of the car."
Zhou Qingyue took a deep breath and got out of the car.
She realized she was at a farmhouse in the suburbs.
She had never been here before, so she wasn't sure where it was exactly.
"Miss Zhou, please follow me," the woman posing as the driver led the way.
Zhou Qingyue obediently followed her.
Soon, following the other party, they arrived at a private room.
The woman knocked on the door, and a muffled voice came from inside.
Then she gently pushed the door open and gestured for Zhou Qingyue to enter.
Zhou Qingyue's fist tightened, then relaxed.
Since it had come to this, resisting was pointless.
She stepped forward, entered the room, and then the door was shut behind her.
Inside the room, there was an average-looking man in his thirties sitting down.
Zhou Qingyue sat down confidently, "Sir, may I know why you wanted to see me?"
"Miss Zhou is even more stunning in person than on television. You can call me Mr. Lin."
