In the dead of the night.

Xia Lei sat quietly on the sofa in his room. His vision was locked on the floor beneath his feet. The floor and concrete slabs were nonexistent in Xia Lei’s left vision — Ling Han was in the room right under his feet. 

Ling Han was packing his belongings. His luggage was quite simple. It consisted of a suitcase, a laptop, a spare suit set, a few pairs of underwear, and multiple pairs of socks.

After he finished organising his things, Ling Han sat on the sofa and made a call.

“Boss, I’ve settled into Thunder Horse Military Factory.” Ling Han spoke in a low voice, but Xia Lei still “listened in” by reading his lips.

This call was to Zongzheng Wukui.

Although Xia Lei couldn’t hear Zongzheng Wukui’s voice, he was able to guess that it was him from Ling Han’s expression and the way he spoke.

Since Ling Han had chosen to call Zongzheng Wukui at this time, it was easy to see that Ling Han had a better relationship with Zongzheng Wukui than Fan ...