As expected, Qing Shenshen was indeed offline.
Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she typed: "Qing Shenshen, you'll regret this!"
She had already had someone track down Qing Shenshen's IP address and the phone number bound to his account.
Now, she was about to make the call.
At the CIA.
Song Yunchi was still in a meeting, his cell phone in the pocket of his suit pants began to vibrate.
He tried to ignore it, and it wasn't until after the meeting that he took out his phone, only to see that it was his younger cousin calling.
"Song Yiheng, what's so urgent that you're calling me?"
"Bro! Have you got the nerve to ask me? What kind of trouble have you gotten into?"
Song Yiheng's voice came through, sounding distraught.
Trouble?
Ridiculous.
It had always been Song Yiheng who stirred up trouble, when was it ever his turn?
"Song Yiheng, you asking for a beating? Who's causing trouble?"
"You! Bro, did you offend some big shot in the game?"
"What big shot?"
