The Rolls Royce parked by the street.
For a full half hour, there wasn't a single sound from inside.
Before long, Yan Qing received a phone call.
He turned around, "Director Si, nothing unusual at all."
Si Yuhuan rested his chin on his hand, curling his lips, "Interesting."
This opponent was even stronger than he imagined, so much so that Fu Wenxin was willing to act like a madman to cover for him.
Yan Qing felt a bit puzzled, "Fu Wenxin isn't afraid of anything, what else could he fear? His son is in your hands, yet he still dares not to cooperate, doesn't he fear....."
At this point, he suddenly thought of something, his eyes widening in shock, "Could it be....."
