C865 The Meat Spirit Bead Was in His Hands

"Xiaobing!"

After escorting Meng Ruping home, Lee Zhi didn't linger; he had other matters to attend to.

"Boss!" Xiaobing's holographic projection flickered to life in the car.

"Did I make the right call?" Lee Zhi murmured, his gaze fixed on the bustling crowd outside the window.

Xiaobing paused, blinked, and responded