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In the Japanese-style tavern, Jiang Muwan and Ji Yanting talked happily.
Inside the Junhua Building, Xu Fang was trembling while holding the approval documents, standing in front of the office desk.
Feeling as though he was in an ice cellar.
On that side, Robby was holding the phone and reporting the situation; having not heard a word for a long time, he felt equally chilled.
After a while, just when he thought this call could end, he only heard that cool voice from the other side speak up, "Where?"
"Whalt Road Japanese restaurant," Robby answered truthfully.
"Keep watching," the man commanded, his words sharp and hard, the pen in his hand clicking down on the desk—thud, thud, thud—his furious expression made Xu Fang unconsciously step back.
"If they dare go to a hotel, report them for soliciting prostitutes."
Xu Fang: .......
Robby: .........
