Everyone followed Sophie Wilson's gaze and looked over, somewhat surprised.
Because the few people coming over were wearing uniforms. Who were they?
The homebuyers might not all recognize them, but the media reporters did.
Aren't those uniforms from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce?
Are these people from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce?
The newcomers presented their credentials, letting those around see clearly, proving they weren't fake.
One of the Bureau of Industry and Commerce staff walked over and shook hands with Sophie Wilson: "Thank you for your cooperation, Supervisor Wilson."
"You're too kind. It's our duty to combat counterfeit and inferior products," Sophie Wilson said with a smile.
Just from these two sentences, a bad premonition rose in Grace Wilson's heart, like an underground spring suddenly bursting forth, flooding over her feet, and the cold creeping upward, making her shiver uncontrollably.
