At this moment.
Downstairs in the building.
A young man appeared at the elevator entrance.
The same elevator attendant as before.
"Which floor, please?"
The elevator attendant asked with a routine smile on her face.
"Thirty-eighth floor!"
The young man said with a smile.
"Do you have an appointment?"
The elevator attendant scrutinized the young man in front of her, noticing he was about the same age as the one who came before and had the building owner come to greet him personally.
"No!"
The young man shook his head and said.
Meanwhile.
On the thirty-eighth floor.
The landline in White Tiger's room suddenly rang.
Fewer than 50 people worldwide know this phone number.
White Tiger walked to the phone and looked at the caller ID.
It wasn't a number he recognized.
He picked up the phone.
On the other end was a somewhat cold male voice.
"Hello!"
"Zhao Yan..."
White Tiger paused before speaking.
"White Tiger Boss really does have a great memory."
