With a squint, Bo Qingyu stared at the spot where the flash had just come from.
"Not Daniel?"
"He's him, you're you. There are some things I need to inform you about. After all, you're the financier. If you don't have time, that's fine, we can delay."
The man's tone was consistently calm.
The languid voice somehow made it seem very important, otherwise, he wouldn't have made the call.
Bo Qingyu ran his fingers through his hair, lifted his chin, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, revealing infinite humid darkness.
Without hesitation, he turned around and got into the car, "Not a day can be delayed, send me the location."
"Building 8, A Sector, Jingxian District."
"OK."
Bo Qingyu hung up the phone.
He rolled down the car window, looking at the outside world Xun Huai, his tone flippant, but chilling, "Search the surroundings again, just now I mentioned that direction specifically."
In this line of work, it's always right to be cautious.
