"As for when it will be, when the time comes, I will naturally take the initiative to contact you."

"It's easy, boss, you can rest assured!"

The keys were held in his big rough hand, and the man in the shirt said yes with all his mouth, and immediately walked to the big blue truck, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

……

Lu Yan, who was holding a tablet and waiting for news, just shrank his hand a few centimeters in his direction.

A voice call came in.

"Jingle bell...... Jingle bell ......"

"Third master, Mr. Jiang called the voice call." Lu Yan said.

Leng Shilan, who was originally leaning on the leather chair opposite, leaned forward quickly, and then his big white hand leaned to the right.

In the next second, Lu Yan's right hand holding the tablet instantly became empty, and he only maintained a half-holding posture.

Sensing that the tablet was gone, he raised his eyes without hesitation.

Flustered eyes moved to the opposite side, and Lu Yan sat back peacefully.

It turned out to be the third master of his family who took away the tablet.

So what else is there to panic about?

With a gentle press of the index finger, Leng Shilan connected to the voice call.

"Lu Yan, what are you doing?"

A male voice without intonation immediately passed through the earpiece into his ears.

"I've been on a voice call for you for so long, why haven't you answered until now?"

Amber eyes stared at the screen, and the cold and wide back slowly leaned back towards the leather seat behind him.

"Wuyan, it's me."

Knowing that the person who answered the voice was cold and lonely, Jiang Wuyan's tone of voice was much soothed than before.

"It turned out to be you, Lonely Lan, I called Lu Yan this voice call just to ask where you were."

His head tilted slightly, and his cold and deep eyes turned out of the car window.

With the help of the street lights on both sides of the street, he could see the view outside the car window and determine where they were.

"In less than five minutes, we will be at the port of Qingcheng."

"Don't go to the port again."

Leng Lonely Lan glanced at Lu Yan and asked indifferently.

"Why?"

"The trucks are no longer in port."

There was a dark light flowing in his narrow eyes, "Where is that?" ”

"The truck is driving on Pyeongchang Avenue."

Jiang Wuyan, dressed in black custom casual clothes, sat in a large room.

With bright eyes, staring at the screen that displayed the situation of the highway in Quanqing City in real time, he said to Leng Shilan with hesitation.

"Pyeongchang Avenue is in the southernmost part of Qingcheng City, and it will take at least twenty minutes to reach the fastest speed from where you are now."

After all, that truck is manned, and it is impossible to stand still all the time.

If they had arrived at Pyeongchang Avenue in twenty minutes, the truck would have gone on to a different road.

What to do?

Understanding the meaning of Jiang Wuyan's words, a solemnity rose in Leng Lonelan's eyes, and he immediately said to the driver who was driving.

"Don't go to Qingcheng Port, turn right directly, go to Pyeongchang Avenue, I'll only give you twenty minutes!"

He must catch up with that truck as fast as he can!

"Wuyan, I'm already on my way to Pyeongchang Avenue."

Leng Shilan lowered his eyes and said to Jiang Wuyan.

"You keep an eye on that truck, and tell me when it's going to go on another road."

Straightening his back leaning on the swivel chair, Jiang Wuyan looked at the screen that displayed the road situation in real time, and the expression on his face was a little more serious.

"Don't worry, I'll take a good look."