"The future commander's residence?" Wang Yuexi was stunned. No matter how slow his reaction was, he realized the status of the young couple next door.
It was no wonder that even though Wang Fugui was the president of the Northwest Chamber of Commerce, he still rushed over so anxiously in the middle of the night.
And Brigade Commander Zhang Xiaoman, who usually did not enter the stronghold at night, also suddenly came to their neighborhood.
Like the others, Wang Yuexi was also very curious about where their future commander had disappeared off to after attacking the Zhou Consortium.
Hu Xiaobai and the neighbors were gossiping about this. Even Wang Yuexi and the other men in the Policy Research Office would also talk about this topic during their free time at work.