"Alright, godfather, I got it." Lei Qingqing agreed with a smile, "So when should I leave?"
"No rush." Lei Wenting leaned back in his chair, "Wait until Leng Zirui and Qiao have all left Rome and things have settled down, then you can leave. No need to complicate things. You've worked hard these days, take a good vacation here and rest for a few days."
Lei Qingqing felt his concern and nodded with a smile.
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Downstairs.
Leng Zirui looked at the Lais Hotel across the street, raised his hand to take out his phone, and dialed Qiao's number.
"Come to make the arrest, I found Lei Qingqing."
"That fast? Where is she?!" Qiao's tone was filled with surprise.
"Lais Hotel, keep a low profile when you come, the sooner the better."
