Over the past two days, Yang Jian had arranged the company's affairs, drawn up a duty roster for Feng Quan and Tong Qian, and strengthened Dadong City's security forces.
What happened with enemies coming right to their doorstep could never happen again.
Liu Xiaoyu had also quickly adapted to her work, and everything had returned to normal operations.
During that time,
Yang Jian heard that Zhang Wei had established a new department within the company called the Dadong City Intelligence Department.
No one knew where he had found a group of young punks. He fed and housed them well, then led them around Dadong City all day. In his words, they were gathering suspicious information from every corner of the city and secretly protecting Dadong City.
Yang Jian did not interfere much with this matter. After all, it was not a bad thing, and the company did not care about such a small expense.
Today,
Yang Jian got off work as usual and drove home.
Zhang Liqin and Liu Xiaoyu were sitting in the car.
Resting her head on her hand, Liu Xiaoyu gazed absentmindedly out the window. Suddenly, she asked, "Yang Jian, why is Wang Shanshan's skin so fair and soft? How exactly did she grow up like that?"
"Why are you suddenly asking something like that?" Yang Jian did not want to answer such a boring question.
"I'm just curious. I asked casually," Liu Xiaoyu said.
Yang Jian thought for a moment. "Supernatural power affected her body and altered her constitution. Haven't you noticed that Wang Shanshan's body is very cold? That her heartbeat is very slow? By ordinary human standards, those bodily functions could not possibly sustain normal survival, yet she is living perfectly well."
"Under these circumstances, as long as the supernatural power does not go