In the meantime, on Ye Wangchuan's side.
A black Lincoln sped along the wide road in the illegal district. The scenery on both sides moved backward rapidly. The car drove quickly and steadily.
The driver was Ji Lin, who had been busy for the past two days. Two men in formal attire were in the backseats.
Ye Wangchuan's eyes were relaxed. Even though he was wearing a formal suit, it could not hide his lazy and noble aura. He leaned back in his chair leisurely and looked out the window at the speeding greenery.
The man sitting next to him was slightly older. Wearing a black suit and a black tie, he looked like a black-faced demon.
The older man's cell phone had just rung. However, after taking it out and seeing the caller ID, he put his cell phone aside and did not pick it up.
When the car fell silent again, Ye Wangchuan turned to look at him with his deep eyes and straight nose. "Aren't you going to answer it?"
