C709 The Hot Potato

Across the bar, Murong Zheng, who should have been embroiled in a major conflict, was now sitting neatly in what should have been Lee Hui's office.

He reclined in the executive chair, feet propped up on the gleaming desk that could double as a mirror.

This desk was Lee Hui's pride and joy.

Usually, it required meticulous cleaning over a dozen times a day