After everyone who received orders had left, Ning Di began pacing back and forth in the living room. His crisp military uniform made his posture appear particularly upright. He didn't know how many laps he had walked before he suddenly froze, turning to look outside.
Outside, Yu Fengji and Ying Jiuming were just about to come in. When they saw Ning Di, they nodded slightly.
"You already know?" Yu Fengji wasn't the least bit surprised that Ning Di knew. After all, Jiang Nanfei's safety was entrusted to Ning Di. They were only there to assist.
"Yes." Ning Di nodded. "Do you have any information?"
"A flight took off at 6:30 this morning."
Hearing Yu Fengji's words, Ning Di sat down on the sofa like a deflated balloon, his hands tightly clenched into fists, repeatedly banging on his knees.
Just then, the phone on the cabinet beside him rang. Ning Di quickly picked up, said nothing, occasionally responding with a grunt, then hung up shortly after.
"Who was it?"
