Half an hour ago, Bo Jinlan received a call from Cheng Runzhi.
At that time, he had just arrived at the hotel, holding his mobile phone in his right hand, and pulling at the buttons of his suit with his left as he sat down on the leather sofa in the lobby, every move he made exuding unparalleled elegance and dignity.
"Is there something you need?"
On the phone, Cheng Runzhi's words lacked any desire for life, "Dad said he has spoken with your second sister, he's inviting you and Yaoyao to dinner tonight."
Bo Jinlan raised an eyebrow, "Does Yaoyao know?"
"Wouldn't she know if you tell her?" said Cheng Runzhi, quite speechlessly, "Are you two playing a game with me? Do you actually need me to call her and repeat all this? I'm really busy, and there are several bodies lying inside waiting for me to do autopsies. Can't you lovebirds communicate on your own?"
Bo Jinlan curved his thin lips, "Alright, I'll tell her."
