Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

He knew that Shen Qingyue was outside, and she might have noticed these unusual movements.

He was worried about Shen Qingyue's safety, and was also thinking about how to control the situation within the safest range.

"The current situation is too complicated." Jiang Mingyuan thought silently in his heart, "If these two people are really related to the missing funds, I must handle it carefully and not let them escape."

Outside the door of the garment factory, the two mysterious figures began to have differences.

One of them seemed eager to urge the other to move faster.

Their voices were low but urgent, and they were obviously discussing something important.

"Hurry up, stop dawdling!" one of them urged in a low voice, his voice full of anxiety.

The other person seemed hesitant, his voice laced with worry: "I'm not sure this is a good idea. What if we get caught?"

"Stop thinking nonsense. We are already here. We can't do anything if we don't go in." The first person seemed more determined and seemed to have absolute confidence in their plan.

The quarrel between the two gradually grew louder, and although they tried to keep it down, it was particularly obvious in the silent night.

Finally, at the insistence of one of them, they quickly walked to the door of the garment factory.

He was fumbling with the door lock, looking a little clumsy.

The door was finally opened, and the two men quickly slipped into the door of the garment factory like thieves, and then carefully closed the door.

Jiang Mingyuan huddled in a hiding place behind a pile of clothes, staring at the entrance of the garment factory.

His heart beat harder as the two figures slipped through the door.

He could hear their hasty footsteps and muffled chatter, all too clear in the stillness of the night.

Suddenly, the man's voice became vulgar, and he was cursing Shen Qingyue.

Jiang Mingyuan frowned, and when he heard those insulting words, a strong anger surged in his heart.

"That bitch, Shen Qingyue, has made so much money, but she still cares about even this small amount." The man's voice was full of resentment and dissatisfaction.

The woman's voice seemed more nervous. She tried to calm the man down: "Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you."

But the man seemed unable to control his emotions. He continued to curse viciously, his voice full of hatred: "Who does she think she is?! She manages such a big factory and is so stingy!"

As he spoke, he spat on the ground angrily, and the sound was particularly harsh in the night sky.

Jiang Mingyuan clenched his fists and resisted the urge to rush out. He knew that now was not the time to act, he had to stay calm and wait for a better time.

He carefully adjusted his position to better observe the development of the situation while ensuring that he was not discovered.

His heart was filled with worries about Shen Qingyue. Although he knew she was outside, this unbridled insult and threat to her made him feel anxious.

His ears continued to catch the conversation and movements of the man and woman, trying to find some useful clues.

Jiang Mingyuan's thoughts were spinning rapidly in his mind. He was analyzing the information and paying close attention to their every move, preparing to take action when necessary.

In the dim interior of the garment factory, the figures of the man and woman were faintly visible in the gap.

The woman's voice was obviously anxious, and she kept urging the man: "Hurry up and put your things away, we have to leave quickly."

The man seemed relaxed and contented, with a kind of disdain in his voice: "Don't worry, I have already paid back the money. I don't pay attention to Shen Qingyue's so-called evidence at all." The woman was obviously dissatisfied with this flippant attitude. : "How could you be so careless? What if you are discovered?"

The man didn't seem worried about this. There was a kind of confidence in his voice: "What can Shen Qingyue do even if she knows about it? What can she do to me?"

The woman's voice gradually dropped, obviously shaken by the man's confidence.

Her voice was trembling: "Then let's leave now, don't waste any more time."

The man casually placed some things on the table, and then began to move around slowly.

There was something arrogant about his walk, as if he believed he was in complete control of the situation.

In the dim interior of the garment factory, the man's figure seemed more and more unscrupulous. He looked around, seemingly looking for opportunities to cause damage.

The woman followed him nervously, her eyes full of fear and hesitation.

"I want Shen Qingyue to know that she can't do this to me!" The man's voice revealed resentment.

The woman's voice trembled: "What are you going to do? Don't do anything stupid. We may get into bigger trouble."

The man ignored the woman's dissuasion and became even more excited: "You know how Shen Qingyue treats you. She makes so much money, but only gives you a little."

His voice became louder and louder, full of resentment towards Shen Qingyue: "She always pretends to be a philanthropist, but in fact she is vicious. You work hard, but she doesn't even show the most basic respect. Not given."

The man's words were full of provocation and provocation, and seemed to deliberately arouse the woman's anger.

His tone became more and more harsh, making no secret of his hatred for Shen Qingyue.

After hearing these words, the woman's eyes began to flash with complex emotions.

Her hands nervously grasped the corners of her clothes, obviously shaken by the man's words.

"Yes, you are right. We are always ignored by her, and our efforts never get the rewards we deserve." The woman's voice became firm and full of anger.

When the man saw this, he became even more proud. He took out a lighter from his pocket and looked at the woman with a sly expression: "Look, we can turn this place into a sea of ​​fire and make Shen Qingyue pay the price."

The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally, driven by impulse, she took the lighter the man handed her.

Her hands were shaking and there was a hint of madness in her eyes.

"Yes, let her know that we are not easy to bully." Her voice was full of determination.

The pair began searching for items to light in the workshop.

Their movements seemed urgent and rough, piling up flammable items in preparation for igniting the disaster.

In a dark corner of the garment factory, a man and a woman were busy preparing to ignite the accumulated flammable materials.

Their movements were clumsy and jerky, obviously moving under extreme tension.

The lighter in the woman's hand has been turned on, and the flame is swaying in the dimness, indicating a countdown to the impending disaster.

At this critical moment, suddenly, a deafening roar broke through the silence of the night: "Stop!"