C70 The Head of the Zhao Family

Zhao Qi sat on the main seat. He had a refined and handsome face and wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. Time had not been too harsh on him. Even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could not be seen. When he saw what Lee Hui was holding, he was somewhat curious. "What information do you want?"

The speed at which he spoke was light and slow, as if there was a strange tone to it