C107 Chapter 107

Sunday afternoon, the sun is shining. At the bottom of the building where Zhang Mei and the others lived, a few elders were chatting. The children were laughing and chasing each other. Beside the big pagoda tree at the door, there was a black Santana car. It looked very inconspicuous. Lee Yixuan, I, and his assistant were sitting in the car. They stared at the entrance of the building