Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Ye Wanwan was thinking of an outdoor park. Big Dipper had an even better idea—he wanted to renovate the seventh floor…

"However… Sis Feng, the seventh floor is the elders' territory, you should think it over carefully… Of course, if you insist on renovating it…" Big Dipper chuckled mischievously.

Ye Wanwan's lips twitched. What did I say? Who was it that wanted to renovate the seventh floor this whole time?

"It's fine," Ye Wanwan said calmly. "The entire Fearless Alliance is mine. Are you saying I need to ask for the elders' permission to change something in my own territory? I'll leave this task to you. Help me renovate the seventh floor; directly go to the finance department to approve the expense."

Big Dipper's face changed when he heard that. Leaving this task to him… Wasn't this the same as telling him to offend those old geezers…

However, Ye Wanwan said her piece, so Big Dipper naturally couldn't refute it.

Big Dipper wished nothing more than to ruthlessly slap himself. Why did I run my mouth off…?

"Alright… Sis Feng, then… I'll go do that now if there's nothing else…" Big Dipper sighed and said dispiritedly.

"Go on, go on." Ye Wanwan waved her hand, telling Big Dipper to get out of her sight.

Ye Wanwan went to engage in another round of petting Virus and Great White after Big Dipper left.

However, a moment later, Ye Wanwan's phone started ringing suddenly.

Ye Wanwan was startled when she saw the caller ID.

Big Dipper gave this phone and number to her when she first joined the Fearless Alliance. Only a few people aside from Big Dipper and Seven Star knew this number.

Ye Wanwan answered the phone and coldly said, "Speak."

"Is this Door Master?" An indifferent and laidback voice was heard from the other end.

Which dumb fool was calling and asking if she was the president?

"Rubbish." Ye Wanwan coldly asked, "Which department are you?"

A moment of silence occurred. "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Ye Wanwan's lips twitched. "Who are you?"

"Yi Shuihan," the indifferent voice answered.

"What… Piece of Sh*t?!" Ye Wanwan was in shock and disbelief when she learned the other person's ident.i.ty.

Thinking back on it, Piece of Sh*t called her "Door Master," not "President"…

"N-no… Lord Sh*t… I mean, Knight-errant Yi… it's you. Why are you suddenly free today, Knight-errant Yi?" Ye Wanwan's icy smile instantly disappeared without a trace.

Ye Wanwan suddenly recalled that she exchanged phone numbers with Piece of Sh*t at the casino that night…

However, she never expected Piece of Sh*t to call her out of his own initiative. She'd nearly forgotten about this matter.

"Business," Piece of Sh*t said aloofly.

"Knight-errant Yi, what business?"

Ye Wanwan's brows furrowed slightly at Piece of Sh*t's words. Could it be that Piece of Sh*t discovered her ident.i.ty?

"I'll give you an address. We'll talk when you arrive." Piece of Sh*t hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

Ye Wanwan was dumbfounded as she listened to the busy tone on the other end of the phone. He didn't give me the address yet…

Ye Wanwan quickly sent Piece of Sh*t a text message, telling him to give her his address.

Ye Wanwan sunk into silence when she saw the address in the message.

Should she go by herself to see this top-level boss of the Independent State or bring a large team?

After pondering over it for a long time, Ye Wanwan decided to go by herself.