In Continent F, just as the plane landed, a staff member stepped forward and handed the document to Yu Qian. Yu Qian took a look and a cold glint flashed across his eyes. "Let them wait."
"Yes."
Back at the base, Yu Qian called Wei Zimu over.
Two similar faces, but they had completely different temperament. However, in this underground base that did not see sunlight all year round, the light on Wei Zimu seemed to have dimmed a little.
"Do you want me to contact the Chu family?" Wei Zimu walked over and acutely sensed that Yu Qian was not in a good mood.
This made Wei Zimu feel very strange. According to his interaction with Yu Qian during this period of time, Yu Qian had never had any emotional fluctuations. Even he could feel his obvious anger today.
"No." Yu Qian sat on the chair and stroked the ring with his finger. "Go to America."
"What?" Wei Zimu was a little puzzled.
