The next morning, Lu Fan slept in until he woke up naturally.
He had unleashed all his strength on that drunkard yesterday. If he didn't make a habit of working out, at 40 years old, he would definitely be sore and aching all over.
After he got up, while he was washing up, Jiali came to his side to report, "Boss, the higher-ups at the Public Security Bureau have replied. They said they will increase the severity of the charges."
"Good," Lu Fan nodded. "Scum like that are a menace to society if they're out. It's better for them to eat prison food and work the sewing machines behind bars."
Then, he motioned to Chen He. "He, get ready. We're going to the pastry shop."
"Yes, Boss."
Before long, Lu Fan arrived at the commercial street.
As he got out of the car, he noticed the flower shop's door was tightly locked.
After a quick glance, Lu Fan walked to the entrance of the dry cleaning shop.
