"Master Zhuo, where were you last night? Why didn't you come back all night?" As soon as Zheng Dong saw Zhuo Yifan, he immediately asked with concern. And his eyes were staring suspiciously at Anna beside him.
Since the two of them were together and appeared in the hotel, Zheng Dong would naturally suspect that Zhuo Yifan and Anna had been together last night.
"Something happened last night. I was supposed to send Anna home. But it was delayed. I happened to have some things to do in the morning, so I left Anna to you. You have to send her home safely, and then
Go back to the hotel!" Zhuo Yifan ordered bluntly.
"Okay, Mr. Zhuo, I understand!" Zheng Dong nodded in agreement, but the look on his face was obviously ambiguous. He was naturally half-convinced by Zhuo Yifan's explanation.
Knowing that Zheng Dong must be suspicious, Zhuo Yifan just coughed slightly, and then changed the topic and said: "You can send Anna back now. Give me the key to the car you just drove over. I will use your car!"
Zheng Dong handed the key to Zhuo Yifan without hesitation, and after seeing Zhuo Yifan say goodbye to Anna, he took Anna into the Maserati and left.
Zhuo Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and came to the Rolls-Royce Phantom that Zheng Dong drove over. Just as he was about to open the door, his phone suddenly rang.
The call came from an unfamiliar number, and it was a local number in the United States. This made Zhuo Yifan a little surprised. Even if the call was wrong, the call should not have gone to his Chinese number.
After waiting for a moment, Zhuo Yifan answered the call, put the phone to his ear, and heard a man's voice coming from inside.
"Mr. Zhuo, good morning!" The other party spoke in English, and he actually knew his identity.
Zhuo Yifan raised his eyebrows, feeling that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before. But he just couldn't remember the identity of the other party.
"Who are you?" Zhuo Yifan asked directly.
"What? We met last night, and Mr. Zhuo has forgotten his old friend so quickly?" When the man heard this, he couldn't help but chuckle.
We just met last night? Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel something in his heart when he heard this, and then he suddenly realized, but his expression became strange, and he asked in a somewhat surprised tone: "Are you Xinx? How come you have me?"
number?”
"Haha, Mr. Zhuo should know that it is not difficult to find your contact information!" Xinx explained with a smile.
"Then what do you want from me?" Zhuo Yifan asked with a frown, his tone a little low.
"I do have something I want to discuss with Mr. Zhuo alone. If it's convenient, how about we meet?" Xinx asked straight to the point.
Zhuo Yifan's face became even weirder. It seemed that except for helping Nafir get back the bishop's badge last night, he had no interaction with this Xinx, or even with the American Mafia. Xinx
What was the purpose of meeting him? Although he was suspicious, Zhuo Yifan became more curious and immediately agreed: "Yes, but it can't be too long. I have other things to do in the morning. Let's
Where to meet?”
"You decide the location, I won't waste Mr. Zhuo too much time!" Xinx promised.
"Okay then, I'll wait for you in the Sheraton Hotel parking lot not far from your base last night!" After Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.