'Hao Huizhong, how could you? Have you gotten so corrupt that your conscience pricks you at every single little thing? Han Qing Qing... That was a close call.'
Locking up like nothing happened, Ye Cheng kept his phone in his pocket and enjoyed the ride deep in his thoughts.
"Young master Ye," the driver called out.
"Yes?"
"The master is calling," the driver informed him without peeling his eyes off the road.
"Okay. Pick the call."
The driver picked the call according to Ye Cheng's order and in no time a deep voice came through the car speaker.
"Gong Kang, where exactly are you?"
It was none other than the Master of the Ye family, Ye Sheng, father of Ye Cheng.
"I am currently driving, sir. I just passed District Beta, sir." The driver informed him and continued steadily on the steering.
