"Mr. Zhao, if there's any other video you want to buy, just let me know. I have everything, and the price is negotiable."
Zheng Qian smiled politely, his tone was courteous, but his eyes were full of disdain. He cast a quick contemptuous glance at Zhao Jun before quickly withdrawing it, clearly feeling repulsed.
Zhao Jun, feeling a surge of anger from being sized up like that, found no reason to vent, "You're just a dog, what's with the arrogance?"
"Even hitting a dog requires considering its owner."
Zheng Qian wasn't fazed at all and stared directly at Zhao Jun.
Zhao Jun felt inexplicably guilty under his gaze and could only reluctantly lead his people upstairs into the private room.
The crowd who had gathered to watch the commotion in the hall had already been dispersed, and all videos were deleted. Only then did Zheng Qian turn around and call Pei Yan to inform him that everything had been handled.
An Yueqian's room.
