"Lu Mingyuan!!!"
"Oh, shit." The man muttered, quickly started the car, then stepped on the gas, speeding away.
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A dozen minutes later, the car drove through several streets, turned into an underground parking lot of a mall, and then parked in an empty spot.
The man turned his head to look at Chen Yan, just about to say something when his pocket vibrated with the buzzing of his phone.
"No problem, you go ahead and take care of your business." Chen Yan smiled slightly, took out his phone, and started scrolling through short videos.
The man sighed in relief, chuckling awkwardly: "Work, just work, Lord Immortal Official, please hang on for a moment, I'll deal with it quickly!"
As he spoke, he picked up his phone, and the screen indeed showed a voice call request on WeChat. After quickly answering, he coughed and said sternly: "Chairman Bi, the task has been completed, I'll send you the recording of the details in a moment."
