In contrast, Bai Yifei had long forgotten the flirtatious encounter with Zhang Xiaomeng, as she was now arguably his little fangirl.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, you're really amazing."
Jiang Qing had thought that Zhang Xiaomeng was only good at fighting, but she hadn't expected him to be able to blow up a concrete power pole with silver needles.
Because it was made of cement.
"Shh, we can't talk about today's events out loud," Zhang Xiaomeng whispered.
The two women felt a sense of awe and admiration, nodding repeatedly.
At that moment, Jiang Qing's phone rang.
He glanced at the number, puzzled. Wasn't that the hotline for Revival Hall?
Without hesitation, Jiang Qing answered the call.
After a brief exchange, his expression darkened.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked.
Jiang Qing replied seriously, "Our medicine storeroom has been set on fire."
"The fire department just did an inspection and said it was arson; none of the electrical circuits were old."
