After hanging up the phone, Ling Chen sat in the chairman's office, swiveling in his chair, gazing out at Beijing through the glass, his brow slightly furrowed into a line.
The development of the situation had already exceeded his expectations. That severed limb of Ling Gengqiu was still in Zhu Hong's hands. If Zhu Hong used that thing as a bargaining chip, the whole matter would become extremely troublesome, and retrieving that limb in the future would become a big problem.
In a flash of thought, there was a knock at the office door. "Come in," Ling Chen said, and as his voice sounded, the door was pushed open from the outside. Immediately after, Jiang Yunkai strode in.
"Chen."
Ling Chen pointed to the chair beside his desk and said, "Kai, have a seat. So, any findings?"
