Yueyao Milk Tea Shop.
More than a week since the opening, the two lady bosses naturally wouldn't continue to make milk tea personally and weren't even in the shop.
"I don't understand."
Zhu Xiaoming exhaled lightly, looked at Zhang Fusheng who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar, and couldn't help saying:
"Old Zhang, you, just what are you....."
"Didn't I tell you?"
Zhang Fusheng took a sip of the sweet milk tea, smacked his lips:
"I apprenticed under a very powerful master, so now I'm also very powerful."
He smiled, silently sensing the gaze from high above concentrating on him, yeah, locking onto him, quite good.
Zhang Fusheng deliberately chose an open place so the Sky Eye Satellite could monitor him at all times.
He opened his phone, explaining to Zhu Xiaoming while sending messages.
"It's the chubby old man you all met before, named Hong Tianbao... have you heard of the Peace Hotel?"
