On the other end, Leng Chenmo who wasn't getting any response no matter how much he yelled, felt his heart sank to the abyss.
Was it too late? Had something terrible happened to Tang Zhou?
Leng Chenmo's heart pounded heavily in apprehension. He had originally planned to use the elevator to go to the underground parking lot, but now even driving seemed too slow. He rushed to the rooftop terrace, each second was of the essence.
Having hung up one call, he dialed another. His voice was grave and laced with notes of desperation, "Send a helicopter to the rooftop of Junxing Weibo Building to pick me up immediately. If you're not here in three minutes, don't bother showing up again!"
"Three minutes, Leng, your command is a little too demanding." A voice responded through the phone. Before he'd finished his protest, Leng Chenmo cut him off venomously, his tone deadly, "Stop stalling and hurry up!"
After hanging up, Leng Chenmo dialed Ye Junqing's number.
