After the phone call, Yang Fan leaned back in his chair, basking in the gentle evening breeze.
It had been a long time since he had felt such ease, he liked these quiet nights a lot.
The familiar ringtone of his cell phone rang out once again, Yang Fan thought it was another call from that woman, Murong Yan, but it turned out to be an unfamiliar number.
He put the phone to his ear and the person on the other side spoke, "Yang Fan? This is Xiong Jianliu, let's talk."
"Mr. Xiong, it's quite late, is something the matter?"
"Indeed, there is something. I'm outside the Lu Family Mansion, I'm leaving tonight, and I want to speak with you."
Yang Fan had only met this Xiong Jianliu once and didn't have much of a connection with him, wondering why he would want to meet him.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Yang Fan decided to go out and see: "Okay, I'll be right out."
