Ren Family.
As soon as Ren Wanxuan got home, she saw Ren Qian instructing the secretary, "Tobacco, do you have a channel? Get more tobacco."
The Secretary-General nodded.
He too had heard of Chen Ye's men's recent frantic search for various tobaccos. On the surface, everyone seemed peaceful, but secretly, who knows how many people had been reassigned to this task?
Tobacco production wasn't prominent in Xiangcheng.
They were looking for rare tobaccos across the country to pave the way to Chen Ye's door.
It wasn't until Ren Qian went upstairs that the Secretary-General turned to Ren Wanxuan, "Miss, did those people from Class Fifteen come to apologize to you today?"
"No," Ren Wanxuan shook her head, feeling uneasy, "The principal didn't seek me out either. Could something have happened?"
Even if the people from Class Fifteen didn't come.
The principal should have, at least.
But Ren Wanxuan hadn't seen anyone all afternoon.
