"Then, let's have a pleasant cooperation."
Hou Yong extended his hand. Qu Yiheng tilted his head, studied Hou Yong earnestly for a moment, and then shook his hand. He found that he unexpectedly hit it off with this fellow who didn't play by the rules.
Qu Yiheng tossed his belongings onto the wooden bed frame to the side. The wooden slats, which hadn't been touched for who knows how many years, let out a teeth-grinding creak, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Chapter 82