Gong Ruini and Zhao Xuran were betting domestically on when Zhao Guangran would return this call.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean in the United States, Zhao Guangran was dumbfounded, yawning while staring at the silent receiver.
Zhao Guangran was utterly confused, "What exactly did my brother say just now?"
He kept trying to recall what Zhao Xuran had said earlier.
No matter how hard he tried to remember, all he could recall was "R Country."
Wait, ointment, R Country, could those damn people from R Country be after the Black Ointment again?
Suddenly, Zhao Guangran felt much more awake.
"Not possible, I need a cup of coffee first, then I'll call my brother." Even if this matter is urgent, it can wait for a moment.
Zhao Guangran put on his pajamas and went downstairs to make some coffee. While the coffee was brewing, he made a call to Zhao Xuran.
