The breath of his body sank, he stood up, walked out of the living room with his long legs, and went outside to answer.
“Master, there is news that a private jet arrived at Pinggang at noon today, and the person on board was Rowan, the president of the Ming Group.”
Hearing the last few words, the man’s eyes suddenly became deep and bitter.
He stared at the endless night in the manor, thinking without emotion, but it came faster than he thought.
“They are in Huajin Hotel now, master, do you need us…”
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