The inferior vena cava has ruptured!

Recently, Hua Yingying had lost a lot of hair.

There was really no way to resolve the situation in the imperial capital. She could only stay in a place that boss Zheng hadn't noticed and struggle on whilst at death's door.

Hua Yingying couldn't decide when to lose this territory. The main thing was when boss Zheng would cast the God's gaze.

As for the livers and gallbladders in the imperial capital, which accounted for about half of the sales, she had no way of snatching the market back from the hands of that damn kid.

She had been in contact with the market for almost ten years, and no salesperson had ever been able to do business in Feng Xuhui's way.

It could be said that Feng Xuhui was different.

However, Hua Yingying was not a person who would sit and wait for death.