After hearing his words, Director Huang hit his head in exasperation!
"Yes, the ceiling!"
But how were they going to go up?
Director Huang lifted his lids to look above his head.
Qin Mo frowned, seemingly displeased with the Americano. "Forget it if you can't go up."
"Are you doubting my ability? You horrid boy! I'm going to climb right this instant! No, where exactly are you? How do you know our current situation?!"
Director Huang's questions came flooding, too much for Qin Mo's interest, hence, he hung up. He leaned his chin on his hand, his finger tapping the table sporadically, his eyes shut.
Come on.
Let me see who you are.
Inside Pure Color, the customers on the dance floor had no clue what had happened as a swarm of police came barging in.
The police started to knock the ceiling. It was chaotic mess.
Fatty still held onto his laptop, his appearance striking.
