3 Bay Street

The maid is not the maid of the Ji family.

Ji's birthday party requires the hiring of a group of temporary maids, and this young girl is one of them.

Collect people's money and do things for others.

She took several photos. Although she didn't know who the two people in the photos were, what their relationship was, and she didn't know the identity of the person in front of her, but right now she was standing in the office tremblingly, trembling even when she spoke.

Qi Si stared at the photos on the desk with a terribly gloomy expression.

On the second day, An Chen was drawing an unfinished first draft in the studio, when his cell phone rang suddenly, it was Zhang Li calling.

Zhang Li asked for leave today to go back to West Street to see his mother and sister, and he didn't know what happened. His voice was trembling: "Ah, Ah Chen, can you come to my place? I'll send you the address .”

An Chen frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

"I, I'm in a little trouble," Zhang Li said hurriedly, "I can only contact you, Chen, don't tell anyone, don't tell anyone, please..."

An Chen frowned, looking at the address sent from his mobile phone, it was an abandoned factory in a remote area of ​​West Street.

Zhang Li grew up in West Street, where the West Street is very chaotic, and it is natural to encounter troubles. Although An Chen found it strange, he never went to the bottom of other people's unspeakable secrets, so he got up quickly.

As soon as he left the building, Chen Jing held a cup of matcha milkshake and asked him, "Hey, great painter, where are you going?"

An Chen originally wanted to say go to West Street, but when he thought of Zhang Li's instructions, he changed his mind and said, "Look for my fourth uncle, don't follow."

Chen Jing is not like Amu's elm bump. He has long discovered the secret relationship between his boss and this nephew. He winked at An Chen, and said in a strange and ambiguous tone: "Oh, oh hehe."

"Get out!" An Chen replied with a smile.

Walking around the corner, knowing that Chen Jing could no longer see himself, he waved to stop a taxi.

The abandoned factory on West Street is in the suburbs, surrounded by overgrown weeds, bypassing a dilapidated factory building, and then walking inside, An Chen stopped at this time, and he called Zhang Li again.

Zhang Li answered: "Are you here?"

Zhang Li's tone was as usual, but his voice was trembling.

An Chen wanted to send a text message to Han Ning, but thought of Zhang Li's unspeakable secret, so he put the phone back in his trouser pocket.

The warehouse was huge, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw two bodyguards in black with knives on the necks of Zhang Li and a little girl.

A row of bodyguards stood in unison in the warehouse, and a man with a soft and stern face sat in the middle of the warehouse.

He smiled coldly: "You are here."