Zhou Er, evening.
After a day of hearings, everyone was exhausted.
But the situation in the court was far from optimistic, so Zhang Wei had no choice but to work overtime with his buddies.
The hall of Zhang's Martial Arts School had been turned into a "makeshift operations room."
Several blackboards were placed in the hall, all marked with clues.
"I'm back!"
Just then, the entrance of Zhang's Martial Arts School was filled with the voice of Zhao Xiaoxiao.
"Xiaoxiao, you finally came back, I've missed you so much..."
Seeing his second daughter with a small bag on her back, Zhang Wei almost cried.
"How fun was it playing at your dad's company over the weekend and Monday?"
"Not fun at all!"
Zhao Xiaoxiao waved her hand and immediately pouted.
But then, she took out a headset glowing with blue light from a silver backpack, a sleek silver laptop, and some incredibly cool-looking equipment and smart machines.
"This set must cost several hundred thousand, right?"
