"The day after tomorrow," Xing Li said happily.
When he heard this, he knew he had already booked the plane tickets.
"Send me the flight number later. I'll pick you up," Wu Bi said helplessly, but he didn't forget to remind him, "Keep a low profile. Don't let anyone else know. If the boss hears this, I'll suffer together with you."
"Got it! I'm hanging up. See you the day after tomorrow. Bye."
After hanging up, Wu Bi couldn't help but sit on the bed and empty his mind.
Xing Li's call was like a huge hand pulling him back to reality. For two years, he almost thought he was an ordinary gang leader.
However, a few months ago, he almost lost his life. In order not to implicate others, he said nothing.
Thinking of this, Jian Ai's face couldn't help but appear in Wu Bi's mind. He couldn't forget the way she lowered her head and carefully applied medicine for him.
