Seeing her cracking jokes at her expense, Sister He immediately pulled back her hand, playfully attacked Wu Yuan's plump buttocks, to vent her so-called "resentment".
Wu Yuan just erupted into laughter at this light-hearted action.
Suddenly, everyone in the café turned to look at the two of them.
These ladies, well-practiced in feigning dignified expressions in public, immediately composed themselves – one effortlessly portrayed a sophisticated lady, while the other transformed into a spirited career woman. They presented themselves as people one should not trifle with.
The café wasn't far from Wu Yuan's house; a short fifteen-minute drive was all that was needed.
The driver assistant didn't follow Wu Yuan upstairs, she was instructed by Wu Yuan to wait below – she had work to attend to later.
Upstairs, into the house, she reached the study, where she opened the safe and retrieved the black briefcase.
The briefcase had a simple combination – three digits, Li Shi's birthday.
