On the phone, everything seemed fine, but once Bo Yan hung up, a dark shadow loomed unshakably in his eyes that he could not hide. Xie Cheng, driving in front, shuddered as if a cold, desolate wind had swept through.
Subconsciously, he turned to look at Bo Yan through the rearview mirror, only to see Bo Yan's eyes, dark and deep to the bone.
Wasn't that Yuran on the phone just now? He sounded triumphant while he was on the call, but what's with his expression now?
However, as an agent, he dared not ask, especially given Bo Yan's temper, which was utterly frustrating. He didn't dare to say anything more at this moment, for fear of becoming collateral damage.
It was that brutally simple.
Bo Yan sat quietly for less than a minute before picking up his phone and dialing Qi Feng, "Help me check what Yinchao is up to. What does he want with Yuran?"
