Hearing this, Zhang Ziyin's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. "Man? What man? What kind of status?"
"I don't know what status the other party has, but the call was personally ordered from above, and I even got scolded. He must be someone big." Otherwise he would never have let them go so easily, but since the call came from Central, he had no choice but to take it seriously. He'd also been racking his brain over that Man's identity—obviously a mixed‑race guy, yet in S City he'd never seen such a person. So who on earth could it be?
Thinking of this, he let his gaze sweep around the surroundings. Suddenly his eyes flew wide, and he pointed somewhere, stammering, "That one, that's the Man."
Hearing him, Zhang Ziyin quickly followed the direction of his finger. Her heart was briefly stunned by the sight, but the moment she thought of Lin Mubai, that ripple of amazement in her chest instantly flattened out.
