Upon hearing the word 'report', Song Guanchao's mouth twitched, and the first thing that came to his mind was Lin He!
This damn guy never gives up!
Does he really think I don't have a temper?
"Song Guanchao, I'm talking to you, did you hear me?" Su Rong said impatiently.
"The guesthouse, right? I'll head over right now."
"Room 502." Su Rong dropped the room number and hung up.
Song Guanchao got into the car and drove to the guesthouse.
He moved so fast that Lin He didn't even have time to greet him; the car was already out of the parking lot.
Lin He had no choice but to drive after him.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and picked up his phone with the other, dialing Song Guanchao's number.
...
On the road, Song Guanchao suddenly felt something was off.
Why did it take so long to notify him about the report?
Why wasn't he notified during the day?
It's impossible for someone to make a report late at night, right?
