With a goal in mind, Zhang Ziwen felt somewhat relieved. He had substantial confidence in his own analysis. Relying on his sharp intuition, he believed he could find a clue among these three false enemies. Once confirmed, he would take drastic measures to strike down their arrogance, minimizing the chance of surrounding people getting hurt to zero.
As the cigarette was about to burn out, Zhang Ziwen finished his last puff and put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray. Now that he had found the source of the problem, he could sleep peacefully. About to lie down on the sofa, the bedroom door opened, and a charming figure tiptoed in. The target was clear-cut. The soft body nestled accurately into his embrace - Zhang Ziwen sniffed, heaving a secret sigh, saying to himself, "This little girl loves to provoke me. Doesn't she know that Brother Wen is really fired up right now?" Feeling a bit helpless, he could only forcibly suppress his desire.
