Lu Yang rushed out of the door, dashing out of the residential area like a headless fly. He reached the street, watching the flow of people and cars, and felt an urge to kill or even destroy the world. Finally, he forced himself to calm down.
"Where is Yi Ya?" Lu Yang asked the computer with his eyes closed.
The computer, of course, refused to answer.
"f**k your mother!"
Lu Yang cursed, then took out the business card Zhou Ling had given him, found her number, and dialed it.
Busy.
Lu Yang dialed another number on her business card. This one wasn't busy, but it still took a while to connect.
"Zhou Ling?" Lu Yang first confirmed her identity.
"Hello, Lu Yang. Is there something you want to tell me?" Zhou Ling immediately recognized Lu Yang's voice.
"Yi Ya is in your hands!?" Lu Yang
