C346 A Pawn

After allowing him in, Tsurukawa Yoshio panted heavily as he entered. His forehead was covered with sweat.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm coming."

Tsurukawa Yoshio held onto the door frame. He was so tired that he looked like a dog that had been exposed to the sun for a long time in midsummer. He almost stuck out his tongue.

Zhao Quan laughed and said