In front of the crowded Qingshan Garment Factory shops, no one noticed the Baiyun Shop that had quietly opened its doors. The Baiyun Shop's signboard was covered in a layer of dust, and anyone who didn't know better would have mistaken it for someone's old warehouse.

Ye Yun asked Chen Zhenxing to find two women outside to help tidy up the shop.

This scene quietly caught the attention of some people.

The shops of Qingshan Garment Factory were bustling with activity. Several shop assistants wearing Qingshan Garment Factory uniforms were selling goods in a lively atmosphere when they noticed Ye Yun and her group cleaning up.

One of the shop assistants asked curiously, "Manager, is Baiyun Garment Factory open?"

The woman, referred to as the shop manager, was about thirty years old. She secretly glanced at Ye Yun across from her with her shrewd eyes, said something to her subordinates, and turned to walk towards the landline inside the shop.

She dialed the phone, keeping an eye on Ye Yun as she reported, "Yes, Bai Yun opened the door. Chen Zhenxing and a young woman..."

Ha, Baiyun Garment Factory actually dares to open its doors?

The woman stared menacingly at Ye Yun and Chen Zhenxing across the wide aisle, her gaze growing increasingly hostile. How dare they open the door right under Qingshan's nose? Let's see how they die this time!

Not far away, Chen Zhenxing, who had just picked up some trash, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He glanced around warily, but found nothing unusual. The female shop manager of Qingshan Garment Factory had already looked away when he turned his head to look.

"What's wrong?" Ye Yun noticed his unusual behavior and asked with a slight smile.

Chen Zhenxing nervously scratched the back of his head and forced a smile: "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable."

"Are you being watched?"

"How do you know?" Chen Zhenxing's eyes widened. He looked around again before saying, "I just felt like someone was watching me, and it made my hair stand on end."

"Oh."

Ye Yun couldn't help but laugh.

She gave Qingshan's shop a faint look and said indifferently, "It would be strange if no one was watching your shop after it reopened after half a year, right?"

Chen Zhenxing's expression tightened, and he subconsciously glanced at the Qingshan shop across the street again.

Caught off guard, the female shop manager who was staring at him had no time to look away and her gaze met his wary eyes.

Chen Zhenxing opened his mouth in astonishment.

Store manager Qingshan was also stunned for a second, but she quickly curled her lips in disdain, rolled her eyes at Chen Zhenxing, and looked away in disgust.

Chen Zhenxing was speechless, "..."

Hey, he got spied on, and then he got his eyes rolled back at him.

How despicable.

"Alright, hurry up and pack up. We'll be renovating later, and time is tight, Director Chen," Ye Yun chuckled.

Chen Zhenxing disregarded everything else and readily agreed, obediently starting to pack up.

Suddenly a ringing sound rang out.

Ye Yun was startled, only then noticing a dusty landline phone in the corner of the counter.

"It's alright, it's alright, were you scared?" Chen Zhenxing quickly went to answer the phone, while turning back to apologize to Ye Yun: "I'm sorry, it's been so long I forgot about it. You don't need to work anymore, take a break."

Ye Yun shook her head and said she was fine.

Who would call at this time?

Thinking about it, she picked up a broom and followed.

"I'll pick it up."

Her intuition told her that this phone call was not simple.

"Give."

The landline was covered in dust. Chen Zhenxing patted the dust off the landline with a towel, then carefully wiped the microphone before handing it to her.

As soon as Ye Yun picked up the microphone, she heard a familiar, arrogant voice coming from the other end—