"Sir, there's no way to find any information about Sunny. His identity is classified internationally."
Yu Fusheng's face darkened. "So, there's absolutely no way to deal with him?"
"Sir, Sunny's confidant, Lan Xiping, is still in Hua Country. Right now, he's practically in our grasp, but…"
Yu Fusheng frowned and looked at him.
"A few days ago, at the Leng family's banquet, this Lan Xiping was brazenly following Amos around. Do you suppose there might be something between them…?"
"Amos again. What exactly is he trying to do?"
Yu Fusheng thought for a moment before speaking. "Handle the Second Brother's matter first. Set the other issues aside for now. You'll personally handle this—be cautious."
The secretary left the study. By the next morning, the sky was ominously gloomy, Wansui Mountain shrouded in mist, and the whole world held an air of desolate and bone-chilling cold.
"Secretary Han."
