Having realized this, Yan Lirong quickly calmed down, and reported a series of addresses, then Ning Di silently turned the corner and headed towards the destination.
In the darkened back seat of the car, where no lights had been turned on, sat two men with upright and tall figures, exuding a daunting sense of oppression. Yan Lirong didn't dare to play any tricks and took the initiative to speak up. "Major General Huo, may I ask why you are looking for me? Do you have any orders?"
"Indeed I do."
Yan Lirong's breath hitched, almost unable to catch her breath. She inwardly exclaimed, was this Major General Huo so direct, so unsparing of others' feelings?
Despite her internal critique, she still had to gather her courage and say, "Then please, what are your orders?"
Huo Beijiang sneered, propping his elbow on his knee, unconsciously rubbing his chin, and prodded, "So straightforward? What if my orders are contrary to Fu Yiming's?"
