Shanghai, morning.
Lin Shuang escorted the Su sisters to the company, then he returned to his office, turned on his computer, and prepared to go online.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Lin Shuang picked up the phone with confusion. The caller ID showed, Chen Bu'e?
He answered the call.
"Lord of Netherworld! Have you gone mad?! How dare you frame me?!" Chen Bu'e roared from the other end of the phone.
Lin Shuang moved the phone away from his ear.
"Why so loud? You almost deafened me." Lin Shuang, holding a cigarette in his mouth, said indifferently into the phone, "Old Chen, I don't understand what you're talking about."
On the other end of the phone, Chen Bu'e angrily said, "You still don't understand what I'm talking about?! Last night, the North Star Mercenary Group in Chile! Was it you who wiped them out?! And framed it on me?! Do you dare say you didn't know?!"
