chapter 167 You can't remember him!

In the quaint study, Agost Bishop sat on the brown hard sofa with his legs folded together.

His eyes fell on the survey material.

Zhu Zhengwen stood aside, hunched over, waiting for the result.

The room was silent except for the rustling sound of people turning pages.

In front of the servants, the two of them were equals, but when they were alone, the old man Zhu Zhengwen felt inferior.

Although Agost Bishop emphasized several times that this was...