On a two-meter wide Sealy bed, lay a person half reclining. Their hair, long and jet black, was sprawled about like that of a baby's, fragile as a finger snap.,Looking down in frustration, I repeated this man's name eight hundred times, no, I should say I cursed it eight hundred times! "Qin Jin... Chairman of the Qin Group...",The whole person jumped up from the chair, Zhou burning with a raging fire.。