"Boss, here is the information on Aus's young master Li Ou." Following Gu Jingchen's cue, Rong Hao hurriedly stepped down from the black business car, approached the window of the man's Maybach's front passenger seat, and handed over the documents.
"Mm." Gu Jingchen gave a slight nod, his elegant fingers took the information and glanced at it briefly, then his profound eyes cast a look at the phone in Rong Hao's hand and he uttered a single syllable.
"Ah?" Rong Hao's mouth twitched, clearly feeling a little awkward.
"Hm?" The same syllable, in the man's crisp aura, directly transformed into a two-syllable word.
"Alright then!" Rong Hao reluctantly nodded. He really couldn't afford to offend his own big boss, especially not when the same word might escalate to a three-syllable level of trouble, which would lead him straight to misery.
Rong Hao's fingers trembled slightly as he dialed Li Ou's phone number.
