Chapter 272: Please, Mr. Qin raise your hand (1/2)
”This is not a place to talk, Mr. Qin, please!” Kang Bohao made a please gesture to Qin Luo.
Qin Luo was not welcome, and strode out of the gate with his head high.
At this moment, his position completely changed.
All the little brothers were completely messed up in the wind, and the process from Qin Luo entering the warehouse to his leaving was no more than ten minutes.
But in these ten minutes, he has completed the most gorgeous transformation.
From a prisoner in danger of life at any time, he became a guest of Kang Bohao.
”Qianlong out of the abyss...” Zhou Tianhao was silent for a long time and said.
Everyone was silent, and the pupils were gleaming with essence.
Donglai Pavilion, which means purple gas coming from the east, means wealth and auspiciousness, and is mostly hung at the door of scholarly families.
And this Donglai Pavilion was where the Hanlin Academy was located in ancient times.
From the east to the 9th floor, rising step by step.
The crimson glow of the setting sun will brighten the entire Donglai Pavilion.
At this moment, on the top floor of Donglai Pavilion, three men stood.
Two of them are slightly older and the other is relatively young.
”Mr. Qin, please use tea.” Kang Bohao picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Qin Luo.
”The first cup is considered to be my Compromise giving Mr. Qin an apologize. I shouldn't listen to Liu Jun's slander and make Mr. Qin trouble.” Kang Bohao said with a smile.
Qin Luo looked at Kang Bohao seriously and did not speak. After a while, he took a sip of the tea.
”Hu” Seeing this situation, Kang Bohao let out a long sigh of relief.
As long as Qin Luo accepts this cup of tea, it means that things can be put down.
Kang Bohao poured another cup, ”The second cup, I will apologize for Tianhao.”
Qin Luo took the teacup again and took a sip.
Kang Bohao pours the tea again: ”For this third cup, I want Mr. Qin to apologize again, and I hope Mr. Qin will raise his hands high.”
This time, Qin Luo did not follow.
Raise your hands high?