Yi Qing's shallow smile remained unchanged because she had been in contact for a short time, so Qiu Sheng could not tell whether she was telling the truth or making jokes.

This is not important. Qiu Sheng never thought of borrowing someone else's hand to solve the problem of Dongshan Martial Arts School.

He has to do this with his own hands.

When I arrived at the entrance of the community, Qiu Sheng leaned over to park the car.

He asked Yi Qingqian: "Where do you live?"

"Living at your house-" Yi Qingqian paused for a while, "Of course it's inconvenient, please send me to Anyun Hotel."

"Let the driver take you." Qiu Sheng opened the door and got out of the car.

"Um?"

In Yi Qingqian's astonished gaze, Qiu Sheng opened the trunk and raised a middle-aged man tied with tape.

Tear off the tape of the man's hands and feet, Qiu Sheng stuffed him into the driver's seat, pulled out two hundred and placed it in front of the steering wheel:

"Master, please send her to Anyun Hotel."
Chapter completed!