Lin Kuang frowned and glanced at his phone. The screen showed another unknown number, different from the last one. He answered again, "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Lin. I am the head of the Wumi Building in New York. My name is Zhang Tianshun," a respectful voice said from the other end of the line.
"Ah, Mr. Zhang," Lin Kuang nodded. "Is there any progress?"
"Yes, we've found something. I have all of Song Yao's information right here. Should I send it to you now?" Zhang Tianshun asked.
"No need. I want you to check something else for me: who she has been in contact with recently, and if any of those people are connected to the Fan Family. That's what I really want. Find that out for me; I hope to have an answer as soon as possible," Lin Kuang said.
"Understood. Please wait a moment. I'll have someone investigate immediately. I'll call you back as soon as we have news," Zhang Tianshun replied quickly.
