In a five-star hotel in Capital City, Yang Ping sat restlessly in a luxurious suite on an upper floor, frequently going into the bathroom to adjust his clothes and hairstyle until he made sure there were no issues before coming back out.
He checked the time on his phone - ten in the morning sharp. According to his and Yang Kun's plan, Yang Kun's people should deliver Mu Bingtong within half an hour at most. For convenience, he deliberately didn't book a hotel in the city center but chose one outside the third ring road instead. It would take at most two hours from the airport to his location.
After checking the time, Yang Ping couldn't bring himself to turn off the screen, his gaze lingering on the screen saver of a smiling woman as radiant as a rose - it was Mu Bingtong.
