He Chen is a man of action. After a moment of careful consideration, he took out his phone and called Li Qiao.
Half a minute later, the call automatically ended, with no one answering.
He Chen pressed his lips impatiently and dialed Shang Yu instead.
A few seconds later, a deep, mellow male voice came from the other side, "What's up?"
"Is your woman's phone just for show?" He Chen's ankle rested on his knee as he said irritably, "Tell her to answer the phone."
Shang Yu leisurely flipped through files and responded in a deep voice, "She's taking a nap. Speak directly."
He Chen glanced at the time on his phone, only then remembering the time difference between South Sea and Parma.
He put down his long leg, got up and walked to the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey, "Is Yin Mo's residence currently in South Sea?"
On the other end, the man signed his name on a document with a pen, his tone calm but requesting, "Call Qiaoqiao in half an hour."
"Shang Shaoyan, you..."
