C81 What a Good Son of a Bitch

When Wang Zheng walked into the room, he threw the tie aside. The color of the tie was completely out of place with the clothes that Wang Zheng was wearing, coupled with the previous fight which had almost made his tie into a rag, Wang Zheng would definitely not bring such a thing to eat.

Wang Zheng walked into the private box and saw Director Zhang and a middle-aged woman in her thirties