The silver-white lightning illuminated half of Jing City. The lightning was like a giant python, directly splitting the crooked tree in the Zhao residence! Under the crooked tree was where Xiao Meili lived. Xiao Meili, whose face was covered by a veil, was hit by the crooked tree. She wanted to dodge, but it was as if she was fixed in place. She could not even dodge.
After the loud noise, the entire Jing City seemed to be quiet for a moment. Was the Zhao family suffering again in broad daylight? Zhao Hongwei was drinking tea with the ladies in the restaurant. When he heard the servant's report, his face turned pale. All he did was drink some wine and have a few more female friends. Why were the heavens so upset? This time, he had no other thoughts. He immediately left the girls and ran toward the Zhao residence.
