The next morning, at daybreak, a full forty-eight hours had passed since the legendary Datong River recipes were lost.
In a tidy room.
Jiang Hanyang, with her enchanting figure, took off her pajamas and began to change.
Her slender, fair hands pulled up the zipper of her tight jeans and matched them with a black lace bodysuit that outlined her seductive figure, and after donning a youthful denim jacket, she neatly tied her long hair into a ponytail at the back of her head.
After putting on a duckbill cap and without applying makeup, she left the room feeling fresh.
She boarded the black Iveco bus.
Several people were already seated inside.
With her long legs, she turned and sat down in her seat, glanced at her watch, and said, "The preparations are all done. The most crucial part now is how to smoothly get the money. Ding Maofu is a cunning man. When it's not about money, he's incredibly eager to get the Datong River recipes."
