Shen Mingzhu, heavy with thoughts, left work and stepped out of the food factory's gate. She was about to fetch her car across the street when Sun Feifei, who seemed to come out of nowhere, blocked her path.
"Shen Mingzhu, I told you, you're destined to lose."
Shen Mingzhu looked at the other person, "I've got a question for you, that's all."
"You want to know how I managed to get the Hengxing order, don't you?"
"No, I just want to confirm, on the day of the auction, the silver Xiali you drove, had its license plate's last digits as 38, right?"
Sun Feifei raised her eyebrows, "So what if it is?"
"Very good."
Shen Mingzhu tossed her handbag to Pei Qiuxia behind her, then, faster than lightning, she grabbed Sun Feifei's hair and slapped her resoundingly across the face, first left, then right.
"Hit and run, you're really capable, aren't you? I've been itching to settle the score with someone, and you dare to show up on my doorstep!"
