At this moment, seeing the gloomy clouds forming on the face of the elder of the family, Wang Yue reached into his pocket and carefully took out Shang Yu's mobile phone, saying cautiously, "Boss, why don't you give Miss Li a call and ask?"
The man took the phone, opened it, and found a WeChat message from Li Qiao.
He clicked on the picture, zoomed in slightly with two fingers, and recognized at a glance that it was Myst Town of the Medical Alliance.
By then, almost an hour had already passed since Li Qiao sent the message.
Shang Yu pursed his thin lips, his jawline tensing slightly as he dialed her number directly.
Listening to the ringing tone from the phone, he also glanced at the positioning system in Wang Yue's hand, where the blinking icon was still updating in real-time.
It seemed to be heading towards the city center.
Just a second before the call was about to cut off automatically, Li Qiao's light voice came through, "Are you done with your work?"
