Two hours after Yin Jiujin returned to his room, he received a call from Cheng Lin.
At that moment, Yin Jiujin had just come out of the shower after returning to his room to settle two documents on his computer. He was wearing a white sleeping robe.
In the black-and-white room, his phone was casually tossed on the bedside table.
He dried his hair and picked up the phone to answer the call after hearing it ring.
It was almost midnight.
Usually, unless there was something urgent, Yin Jiujin's subordinates wouldn't call to disturb him at this time.
Hence, Yin Jiujin's handsome face frowned slightly when he received this call.
"Master Nine."
"What's the matter?"
