"It's natural!" Yao Zheng pushed Secretary Luo heavily from behind, then placed both hands on his shoulders, intimately explaining from behind him. "There are many ominous places in the Northern District, and this is one of them. Only those brave enough dare to do business here."
Secretary Luo gave a dry laugh, his eyes lighting up. Suspended above a building resembling an ice sculpture were the characters for "Bei Gong," under the unique architecture of a dragon tail was a golden gate. Two receptionists over 1.7 meters tall, dressed in qipao, greeted Yan Juanjuan respectfully, bowing toward her with considerable reverence.
