On the other side.
Inside the sealed car compartment, Bo Jinlan looked at his phone, his eyes narrowing slightly, his expression somewhere between a smile and not.
This girl not only burns bridges after crossing?
She also wants to go our separate ways?
Perhaps because she hadn't received his reply, Jiang Yaoyao sent a cute little red fox emoji: Are you there?
Bo Jinlan's lips curved into a mysterious arc as he typed a reply: "I'll owe you for the gift."
...
At half-past eight in the morning, a Bentley Mulsanne drove into the underground parking lot of the Boyuan Group.
This was the core CBD area of East City, where Boyuan Group occupied an entire high-rise, its appearance a somber and understated gray-blue.
Once the car had come to a stop, Bo Jinlan's somewhat cold baritone asked, "Has the chairman called yet?"
Li Jing tightened his grip on the steering wheel: "Not, not yet."
