Although the call had not yet gone through, Chen Yang already had a bad feeling.
With Yang Xuewei in America, and the Edisons wanting to force Chen Yang to go there, how could they not take advantage of such an opportunity.
He answered the phone, remained silent, and quietly waited for the person on the other end to speak first.
"Chen Yang."
A man's voice came through the receiver, somewhat deep and magnetic.
Clearly, this could not possibly be Yang Xuewei; someone else had taken her phone.
Chen Yang's gaze darkened and he said coldly, "Who are you?"
"Please, don't be nervous, I am Fowler Edison of the Edison family. I only wish to negotiate with you amicably and have no intention of harming anyone close to you."
"How is Xue Wei doing now?"
"She's doing well, eating well, sleeping well, she only lost her phone. Don't worry, the Edisons really just want to cooperate with you amicably, we're not your enemy."
