Zhou Qing never would have dreamed that such a trivial matter would summon this top figure from the Martial Department. Although he was not from the same faction, in terms of influence, Zhou Qing was just a speck of dust, completely insignificant.
Damn it!
Feeling his scalp tingle, Zhou Qing wanted to turn and leave, but he subconsciously looked upstairs. Perhaps there was still a chance to salvage the situation?
With that thought, he didn't dare delay another second. He dropped his cigarette butt and rushed upstairs as fast as he could.
With newfound confidence, Hu Ting had regained her previous arrogance. She pointed imperiously at Yang Hu's nose, vowing to make him kneel and apologize. Otherwise, she threatened, someone would die today.
"Shut up!" Zhou Qing shouted as he ran over, panting from the exertion.
Hmm?
The sudden rebuke made Hu Ting blink in surprise.
"Old Zhou, what's wrong?" Sun Hao asked, noticing something was off.
