A woman, about fifty years old, with beautiful and icy features, squinted at Zhou Ziqing, her gaze filled with contempt. "You can even sleep with a man over sixty, I really don't know what you're thinking!"
Zhou Ziqing, tenderly stroking her sore and flushed cheek, advanced on her knees and hugged Red Auntie's legs. "I have no choice. It's not that I want to sleep with him, but just to ensure our goods have a way to be shipped out!"
"But where are the goods? Aren't they still being held up by customs?"
"That was an accident..." Zhou Ziqing kept saying. "I've been persuading Qin Muchuan to help!"
"Is he listening to you?"
"Not yet…" she said weakly.
"Useless!"
Zhou Ziqing confidently said. "Red Auntie, Qin Muchuan is low on funds right now, I think he'll accept my proposal!"
Red Auntie looked down at her despisingly. "Really?"
"Yes!"
"Zhou Ziqing, don't you dare play any tricks on me, or else you should know what I'll do to you!" Red Auntie threatened overtly.
