"Done."
Rena gave him the middle finger fiercely, paused for a while, then hurriedly ran into the bathroom.
After fixing her clothes and turning on the exhaust fan, she sprayed some perfume. Then they both left the office.
The General Sect Leader greeted Dave without changing his expression, while Rena took a trash bag and went outside to throw away the trash. Dave gave them a meaningful look but didn't point out anything.
This early in the morning, you guys are doing this kind of thing?
Allen Zhang glanced at the form he was filling out, casually handed the document to him, "Here's a document, if you have time you can go to the downtown department to apply for reimbursement."
"What is this?" Dave hesitated as he took the document, looked at it, and was somewhat surprised, "A military arms reimbursement certificate from the Drug Enforcement Administration? One million US dollars?"
