At the same time, in New York City, at the large villa of the Jin Family on Huqiu Mountain.
Jin Qingyun sat in the secluded study, with his eyes slightly closed and his chest gently rising and falling, appearing as if he were asleep at first glance.
Creak!
With the faint sound of a door opening, the butler of the Jin Family slowly entered, his movements so quiet they resembled a cat, creating an exceptionally serene atmosphere.
At the moment the butler entered, Jin Qingyun's eyes slowly opened, and then he shifted his gaze to give the butler a slight glance, speaking in a淡淡的 manner: "You're here, any news from Huanzhong's side?"
His words carried a淡然的 tone, as if inquiring about something very ordinary.
Hearing this, the butler's eyelids twitched slightly, and he promptly replied respectfully to Jin Qingyun: "Sir, there's still no news from Jin Huanzhong. I've tried calling his phone, but it's always off. I suspect..."
