At noon, the gallantly charming and unrivaled Major General of the Dragon Group, Wenren Meiqiao, arrived at the Datong River Beijing store. Immediately, she spotted Ye Guyun who was drooling beside Shen Qiang, looking aggrieved and wide-eyed, with her shirt sleeves rolled up and wearing an apron, sitting nearby while scribbling randomly on paper with a pen.
"I thought you've already prepared the fried beef, waiting for me." The charming Wenren Meiqiao placed her military hat down, sat elegantly beside, and smiled.
Shen Qiang smiled, "The taste is best when it's just off the pan."
Wenren Meiqiao chuckled and said, "I've done what you asked me to. If nothing goes wrong, by afternoon, everyone in the Abyss will know that Gong Ziyi has put a bounty on your head."
Shen Qiang laughed, while starting to make fried pork belly, and said, "In that case, by tonight at the latest, Gong Ziyi will stand out to deny this."
