Ye Zhiqiang died, betrayed by his own people, and died at the gunpoint of his own people. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his third year undercover. Han Deming had not yet secured his seat, and Liang Guodong had not found out the mole. The system told him that everyone has a red number above their head, and the higher the number, the more dangerous it is. He thought he had seen through everyone's cards, until Xian Xiuying from the tea restaurant that day jumped up to a hundred. She came over with frozen lemon tea and smiled as sweetly as usual: Brother Zhiqiang, what are you staring at me at?
