"Whatever Zhang Xiaomeng wants, I won't let him have his way. I will slowly erode his and Murong Yu's industry,"
"I want Murong Yu to myself, and Zhang Xiaomeng must die too, but I hope his death is more miserable, not so quick and easy. That beauty cream is also in my bag."
The old man didn't dare to argue.
He just stood quietly beside.
Suddenly, Gu Jun spoke up, "By the way, Old Zhao."
"I asked you to look into the backgrounds of these women. Did you find anything?"
"I found out about two of them," Old Zhao said.
"One is called Liu Bingrui, the other Qin Yaoyao. Both are from the countryside with no notable background."
"The other two, Su Muxue and Du Xiaoxiao, seem not to be locals. I can't find their identities. The level of their confidentiality seems very high."
Hearing this, Gu Jun's eyebrows furrowed.
But after thinking it over, it seemed that in the entire county, there weren't many with the last names Du or Su, nor were there any notable clans.
