Shi Yuhuan's face became even more unsightly, his thin lips pale as paper. He pulled out his own cell phone and dialed Song Qinghuan's number.
From the other end of the phone came a cold, mechanical female voice: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable and has been forwarded to voicemail."
He grabbed his suit jacket, coldly instructing, "Yuandong, finish things up. Continue investigating this lead. We must find out who made the report. Xia Yang, dispatch everyone immediately to find her. Find her at all costs."
He spoke nonchalantly, but his eyes carried a glint of murderous rage.
Liu Yuandong watched Shi Yuhuan leave, sighing softly, "It's been a long time since we've seen the Boss like this."
Chen Tian also sighed lightly, "It's been about ten years, I guess. I just hope the lady is okay."
Xia Yang glared at them, "Damn it, are you guys underestimating me?"
