The stretched Lincoln sedan sped along the highway, heading towards Jin Boqing's mansion.
Jin Longyang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and unintentionally glanced at Li Yan beside him, the car's air conditioner, worth tens of thousands, seemed to have broken, the cabin was so cold that they could exhale white breath.
Li Yan was rubbing his face until it turned red, leaning against the backrest and talking on the phone.
Cha Xiaodao's loud voice came through from the handset.
"Did you run into trouble? Hang up on me? And twice?"
"It's a long story. What do you want with me?"
"We're having trouble with a task over at Yang Zheng's, and we would like to ask for your help. Hey, are you listening?"
Li Yan took a deep breath, sat up straight, and Jin Longyang felt a warm breeze hit his face. The bone-chilling sensation from just before vanished without a trace.
"I'm listening, could you explain in detail?"
