"What has you so panicked?" Chen Zheng answered Zhuge Xiyu's call.
"My father suspects Lan Luo Zi has hired mercenaries," Zhuge Xiyu said, her voice tight with tension. "Their target is undoubtedly the formulas for our Beautifying Cream and Spirit Cleansing Liquid."
"And the formulas?" Chen Zheng asked, his brows knitted tightly.
"I've etched them into my mind; they won't succeed!"
Zhuge Xiyu would never let such important items fall so easily into the hands of others.
"Then aren't you in danger?"
"Indeed, I am." Fear filled Zhuge Xiyu's voice.
Even though they had reinforced security at her home, she still felt uneasy. Mercenaries were a group of international desperados whose thirst for money far outweighed any regard for human life. In their cutthroat world, domestic law enforcement was no deterrent.
"Understood. I'll get there as fast as I can!" Chen Zheng said before hanging up. A fierce anger instantly ignited in his eyes.
