Caleb Baker was just looking down at his phone.
At the new friend notification section of his WeChat contact list.
There was a new friend request, a WeChat user named Rose. He didn't rush to accept it.
"Sanders family, how much do you know about them?"
"The Sanders family? I have never heard of it." Edward Brown turned the steering wheel, took a while to think, and suddenly said, "Ah, I have some impressions now. They are from a small and humble family, supposedly dealing in building materials, a medium-sized enterprise I think. They are nouveaux riches who have been investing everywhere in recent years. I remember there was a mental hospital in Chelsea when I was a kid; it was opened by the Sanders family. Now it has been transformed with the help of the Finley family. Why are you coming to such a small company?"
"The one taken away by the ambulance just now is from the Sanders family."
