At seven thirty in the evening, not only had Yin Mo not heard from He Chen, she couldn't even locate his phone.
Yin Mo was beyond frustrated, continuously trying to hack into He Chen's location protection system using her computer.
She almost forgot He Chen's hacking skills were superior. She attempted to track his location without ghost tracking in the afternoon, and got caught...
Meanwhile, He Chen was drinking away his gloom in an underground bar in the city of Parma.
He stretched his arms along the arched sofa backrest, legs crossed on the coffee table, and leaned back slightly with his eyes closed.
The entire bar was filled with ear-splitting waves of noise, while Ah Yong was beside him on a low stool, mixing drinks.
He glanced at the seven or eight empty glasses in front of He Chen, pursed his lips and sighed.
Brother Chen seemed to be in a bad mood, surrounded by a low-pressure atmosphere.
Maybe at a time like this, a woman might calm him down?
