Walking by the river often, one's shoes are bound to get wet.
Takeshita Jun's shoes got wet tonight.
It was Aoyama Xiu Xin's doing.
As usual, he stationed himself outside the Nozawa Financial Corporation building, watching for Yehua Yiren's vehicle to leave, then immediately drove after her.
After following for a distance, he realized that Yehua Yiren was not headed home but seemed to be deviating more and more, which excited and thrilled him.
Could it be that tonight there would be a significant harvest?
Finally, Yehua Yiren's car stopped in front of a scrapyard. Unbothered by the filthy surroundings, she stepped out of her designer-clad figure and walked inside.
Of course, Takeshita Jun couldn't keep following by car.
He quietly followed on foot with his camera in hand.
But when he entered the scrapyard, he froze. Yehua Yiren stood there with her arms crossed, a cold sneer of mockery on her face, while several burly men stood behind her.
