The secretary, lacking effectiveness in handling the matter and not daring to speak loudly, said, "By the time our people got there, they found the tracker tied underneath a car. It might have been discovered by Wen Meimei."
An Shijie frowned upon hearing this, "Is Wen Meimei that smart?"
The secretary hesitated for a moment and then analyzed in a low voice, "If it wasn't Wen Meimei, then it must be Huo Ju. Huo Ju is also not an easy man to deal with."
"Huo Ju!" An Shijie unconsciously clenched his fists.
Whether it was Huo Ju or Wen Meimei, anyone standing in the way of his great cause would only face a dead end!
…
That night.
Wen Meimei lay comfortably on the big bed, finding it odd that, although she was exhausted, she felt not the slightest hint of sleepiness at the moment.
Bored, she picked up her phone to check out what happened after tonight's competition.
As soon as she logged onto Weibo, she found her account had exploded with countless comments, likes, and shares.
