I cursed in my heart: "You bastard, you're not at peace at all."

Instead of keeping an eye on her, you might as well destroy the John family.

It was already late at night when Jiang Wenxi drove back.

The fox cub fell asleep in the car. Gu Ran's excitement had worn off, and he looked listless now.

Shen Yunchuan and Yang Haochen hadn't slept all night. They saw that the new car went out for a trip and turned into a broken car in an instant when it came back. The motorcycle they rode out by the way also didn't come back. They had a rough idea in their minds.

There was no need to say what they had experienced, the body of the car told them everything.

Nighthawk had been in the yard. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the car body. It looked like a fierce battle. Their men had been sent out and had not returned yet. It was estimated that it would not delay them for much time.

When people come back, they will know what happened outside.

The car door opened, and Jiang Wenxi got out holding the fox cub, her clothes wrinkled.

Gu Ran came out from the other side, looking dusty and dirty. Shen Yunchuan finally couldn't hold back his anger.

Jiang Wenxi whispered, "Xiaoran, run."

His sleepy eyelids suddenly opened and he ran away.

"Stop right there."

Gu Ran was running and jumping in the yard, and Shen Yunchuan was chasing after him with a feather duster in his hand. This time, Nighthawk was watching the fun.

Jiang Wenxi took the opportunity to carry the fox cub into the laboratory, and Yang Haochen went forward to check the condition of the car.

"Sister Wanwan, please help the fox cub take a look and do some research."

All experimental materials must first pass through Sister Wanwan's hands, and they will become the most valuable in the future.

At least Brother Fang made a lot of money by relying on Sister Wanwan's patent.

"Oh my God! What happened? Put it down quickly and let me check it."

Luo Chuwan felt so distressed when she saw the fox cub with alopecia areata. Her usual way of relieving stress was to stroke the fox cub's fur.

The fox cub cried, and its wet eyes seemed to express its grievances.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Yang also put down his work and looked over: "Why did you become so ugly?"