Zhang Wei's anger — Nading the little milk factory!
Five Minutes Earlier...
Guo Xiaomei was meticulously cleaning their Bentley parked in front of the garage. She worked with a precision that left the car gleaming under the moonlight, her movements rhythmic and methodical.
Nearby, Yu Lei, having just left Zhang Wei, was preoccupied with arranging an assortment of weapons in the trunk of the car. Her hands moved deftly, a dance of efficiency and care.
Inside the villa, Lin Ruoxi was absorbed in her laptop, her eyes scanning through pages of information. She was researching the town's potential as a tourism spot, her mind weaving through data and possibilities.
Outside the garage, Xie Meirong loitered with a sense of dissatisfaction, her eyes aimlessly scanning the area until they landed on Feng Xinyue. Feng Xinyue, seemingly oblivious to the world, was indulging in her snacks, each bite a small but evident pleasure.