C167 The Miserable Lee Yucheng

The front desk manager forced a smile. "Young Master, I can't shake this bad feeling I have."

Upon hearing the front desk manager's concerns, Lee Yucheng couldn't help but chuckle. "Relax, Uncle Wang. The police are here because of that scoundrel Zhang Yang, not for a drug deal. Even if they're pretending to come for him while secretly searching for drug trafficking evidence