"Bald Guo!"
Sheng Xinhua exclaimed through gritted teeth, pointing at Guo Nu and scolding, "Let's see how you wrap this up."
"How it wraps up is my business. But cooperating with the inspection is yours," Guo Nu retorted with suppressed anger.
Despite being the high-ranking director of the Security Bureau, he was repeatedly insulted as "bald" by this woman.
How many years has it been since anyone dared to call him by that nickname?
Even Lord Military Minister would affectionately call him "Little Guo."
Damn Sheng Family.
If she didn't have a father who was the Finance Minister, would she dare to speak to him in such a tone?
He would have thrown her into the Security Bureau's big prison long ago.
"Report, the kitchen is clear."
"Report, the wine cellar is clear."
"Report, the guest room is clear."
"Report... Who are you? Raise your hands!"
Whoosh!
A large group of special police rushed toward the master bedroom, aiming their energy guns at the figure on the bed.
