"Bastard, why didn't you mention such an important matter earlier?"
"I'm coming over, right now..."
After hanging up the phone, the woman beside him looked incredulous. It was the first time she'd seen her man so anxious, from the faint conversation she overheard on the phone.
Going to personally receive someone at this late hour?
She was just about to ask, but Ling Heyuan had already hurriedly left.
The woman remained stunned on the bed, wondering who could make her man react this way.
"Could it be a big shot from the Provincial Martial Arts Association?"
"Those vice presidents, or even Chairman Zhong Guoping?"
...
On the way to the airport, the driver occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror.
"Chairman, it wouldn't matter if we were a bit late, would it? After all, Su Mu is just a Sixth Level Martial Artist. For you, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, to personally greet him is already giving him a lot of face."
In the back seat, Ling Heyuan snorted coldly.
