The police officers had already escalated this matter to their superiors and contacted Jian Yaochuan. Jian Yaochuan glanced at Cheng Lang—who was resting with his eyes closed—and said softly, "A jacket? Yes, it was indeed given to Ms. Xing Shu. A USB flash drive?" A trace of confusion flashed across his eyes. He did not know what was in the pocket of Cheng Lang's jacket. He quickly said, "President, a call from the police station." They were on the way to a business trip and were about to leave Beijing.
Cheng Lang's eyes were dispassionate when he took the call. The person on the other end of the line seemed to have realized that someone else had taken over the call. He hurriedly explained the entire situation, as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "President Cheng, that's what happened. If he's really suspected of stealing Cheng Corporation Group's trade secrets, it would be a grave matter. Even if he has the backing of someone, I'm afraid…"
