Meanwhile, on the other side, Pei Yao was still in a meeting with his subordinates, planning the route Shengqiao Group would take this year.
Halfway through the meeting, his phone started to ring frantically.
Pei Yao's expression immediately turned grave.
He had two phone numbers, one for regular external contacts and the other for emergency communication.
This number usually never rang, and when it did, there was only one possibility: something major had happened to Professor Qiao!
Pei Yao stood up from his seat, left the meeting room, and abandoned a group of confounded underlings who had no clue of the situation.
"What happened?"
Zhou You's voice was tense as he said, "Pei Yao, we can't get in touch with Professor Qiao."
"What did you say!" Pei Yao's face was a picture of shock.
"There's no news of a plane crash so far, so I presume Professor Qiao might have been hijacked."
