C501 Retribution

With a soft click, the lock turned slightly. Qisheng sighed, a bit exasperated. Liang Han had come in and out at least ten times already.

Liang Han glanced at the man standing by the sink. Tall and lean, with an air of authority that made him seem out of place in a bathroom. It was as if he was there to appraise the tiles rather than use the facilities.

Qisheng picked up a laundry pod