"What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Sheng Jiaoyang bit at the straw and looked at Shen Zhining with an expectant gaze.

"We’re going to…" Shen Zhining hadn’t finished his sentence when his cell phone rang.

He frowned. Since he’d specifically taken days off to accompany Sheng Jiaoyang, he put off dealing with all the matters that weren’t urgent, and he’d instructed his subordinates to not disturb him unless it was something important. Who’s calling him?

"Go ahead and answer the call," Sheng Jiaoyang said understandingly.

Shen Zhining glanced at her before taking out his cell phone. When he saw the caller ID displayed on the screen, a dark glint flashed across his eyes.

"Qin Ye, what’s the matter?"

"Boss, our men were attacked while escorting the goods. Four of our comrades passed away, and three are seriously injured."

Shen Zhining’s expression turned dreadfully cold as if his face was covered with a thousand years of ice, and the temperature around him seemingly dropped a few degrees.

Sheng Jiaoyang, who was sipping on her drink, was startled when she saw Shen Zhining's expression. It had been a while since she’d seen him show such an expression. It was as if he were on the verge of turning someone into...