We Have to Get rid of the Root, But He's a Tyrant Flower, the Kind that Eats people!

Han Wangwang read the message three to four times before realizing in disappointment that Jiang Zhen had already left Wangdong City.

Where did he go?

What is he going to do?

When is he coming back?

Han Wangwang knew nothing about this.

Worried about Jiang Zhen and afraid that he would meet with danger, Han Wangwang felt uneasy when washing up. She didn't even realize that she had squeezed all the toothpaste into the washbasin when brushing her teeth.

By the time she realized it, the sink, pants, and slippers were all covered in white toothpaste.

Han Wangwang tidied herself up, ate a simple fruit salad, and drove to the law firm.

It was 2pm when she arrived at the law firm.

Han Wangwang parked the car. As soon as she alighted, she heard hurried footsteps. It was a woman running. Her high heels kept tapping on the concrete floor, making clicking sounds.