A black Cayenne raced along the highway. The man sitting in the back was wearing a black high-end suit. It was ironed without a single wrinkle that wrapped around his muscular figure. He had Bluetooth earphones hanging from his ears, and his low and mellow voice was communicating in a pure British accent.
Lu Yuan, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned to look at him after answering the call.
Jiang Yanshen saw from the corner of his eye that Lu Yuan seemed like there was something he wanted to say but hesitated to. He ended the call.
Lu Yuan: "We've already picked him up. He'll be here in the afternoon."
Jiang Yanshen nodded and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he said, "Help me connect a video call to Lin Qingqian."
Lu Yuan immediately called Lin Qingqian when he heard this. The cold mechanical voice reminded him that the other party's number was not in service.
"Director Jiang, I can't get through to Madam."
