King Xishan's hand pointed backward, and the silhouettes extended endlessly, each with a look of "mockery" in their eyes.
Zhao Longhu couldn't hold it in anymore,
it was the first time he felt so disgraced. He saw all the cameras capturing his bare behind, which would soon become known to everyone in Jing Country.
He felt wronged, distressed, and terrified, but had no way to vent. In the end, he let out a "hmmph" and cried.
He clutched his clothes and sprinted towards the carriage, completely forgetting that his current task was to capture Zhou Xuan.
"What a motherfucking disgrace."
Zhao Youting cursed without a hint of sympathy beside him.
After all, it was Zhao Longhu who had, without his permission, flaunted the name of "Qintianjian."
Now this "disgraceful" incident naturally fell upon the name of "Qintianjian."
The most prestigious establishment in the Capital City now had to take the blame for Dunjia Mountain and Zhao Longhu.
As soon as Zhao Longhu left,
