An Ning once again found a random corner and hunkered down for the night.
Thankfully, it was summer, so spending the night outside wasn't too cold, though there were mosquitoes.
The next morning, Director Zhu went to work again. At the same time as before, he came back out and went to his mistress's house.
This was the moment An Ning had been waiting for. She immediately went to find Director Zhu's wife.
She grabbed a handful of dirt and smeared it on her face, then messed up her hair until she was unrecognizable.
With her head down and back bent, looking terrified, she found Director Zhu's wife and timidly handed her a slip of paper.
"Someone told me to give this to you."
Director Zhu's wife took it instinctively, but before she could even ask a question, the little beggar in front of her had already run off.
She opened the note, and her breathing instantly grew heavy.
Zhu Jianping, how dare he!
