Zhao Yulong finished speaking and patted Yi Lin on the shoulder with a solemn tone, "It's a daunting task, young man! Will you take care of it?"
Seeing Zhao Yulong's tone as if he were uninvolved, the corners of Yi Lin's mouth twitched slightly.
Then what use are you?
Just then.
Unwittingly, the two had reached a certain place in the Pudong District.
Zhao Yulong lowered his head to check the time.
"Hmm, it should be about time."
Indeed.
Shortly after Zhao Yulong spoke to himself, a ginger-haired woman, wearing sunglasses and sneaking around, approached Yi Lin and Zhao Yulong.
Ginger hair?
Red Fox?
Yi Lin was initially taken aback and then couldn't help but glance at Zhao Yulong.
In that instant, it seemed he understood something.
The sunglasses made it impossible to discern the ginger-haired woman's eyes.
But Yi Lin still felt as if behind the sunglasses, two cold, scrutinizing gazes floated onto him.
They seemed to carry an almost imperceptible implication.
