Zhang Wei: The Basement is as big as heart

As Yu Lei headed toward the trunk of the car, Xie Meirong's heart skipped a beat. "Is she going to shoot him?" she raised her brows, recalling Yu Lei's earlier display of firepower.

But to her relief, Yu Lei retrieved not a weapon, but a foldable chair. Xie Meirong's mind raced, "Is she going to beat him with that chair?"

The thought brought an unexpected, mysterious smile to her face as she watched Yu Lei approach Zhang Wei.

Guo Xiaomei, standing nearby, was equally intrigued, her eyes following every movement with keen interest.

Zhang Wei, too, noticed Yu Lei coming his way with the chair. His expression turned to one of mild confusion, a frown creasing his forehead as he tried to decipher her intentions in the tension-laden atmosphere.

Yu Lei reached him and, Yet, her actions defied all expectations.

She placed the chair near Zhang Wei, not to wield it as a weapon and smash his head, but to gently persuade him to sit.