Ling Chen was well aware of the old General's temperament, he said so, which meant this matter was very likely under control.
"General, Wu Jun only gave me forty-eight hours, so we have to hurry and can't delay for too long."
"I know that, just stay here for now, I will arrange for Tang Yuan to contact you."
After seeing off Qiao Zhen and his two companions, Ling Chen stood alone at the windowsill, gazing at the night scene outside, his brows furrowed as he silently prayed for Nanrong Wanqing and Hu Fei.
The night passed.
Ling Chen sat in the room, having spent a sleepless night, he was still patiently waiting for news.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the ringtone of the cellphone on the desk suddenly sounded. Glancing at the incoming caller ID, Ling Chen hastily picked up the phone, eager to ask: "Old Tang, have you sorted it out?"
"Something happened." A deep voice came from Tang Yuan on the phone.
