With these two identities, no one is more suitable and important than her.
"Okay, I'll get ready now."
Mo Ming said a few more words and quickly hung up the phone.
Song Xiang calmed down and called Rong Boye first to explain the situation clearly.
"You want to go there?" Rong Boye hesitated for a moment and asked.
Song Xiang said firmly, "Dad, I have to go."
Rong Boye paused, "Wait for now. If there is no news from me before twelve o'clock, you can then confirm the plan."
"Twelve o'clock is too late. Dad, I can only give you three hours. If you don't reply before dark, I will have to board a plane to South America."
"Rongyi!"
This was the first time someone called this name, but it was mixed with anger.
Song Xiang took a breath and his eyes heated up, "Sorry dad, before I became Rongyi, I was his Song Xiang first. I must go to where he is immediately. I beg you to help me."
The person on the phone let out a long sigh, hesitated for a moment, and finally said feebly: "Don't move until dark."
"good."
The phone hangs up.
Song Xiang's palms were sweaty.
Rong Qi goes out and finds people in his own way.
Song Xiang couldn't sit still in the room, so she went upstairs to the indoor shooting officer with her cell phone in hand.
Suman followed her without saying a word.
Song Xiang did not change his equipment and opened the wooden warehouse with bare hands.
Suman was watching from the side. He only had a rough idea of what was going on and was not ready to say anything casually.
Song Xiang calmly took out Zi Gong alone and spoke at the same time: "You will take people to confirm Robert's project. Next, there are several small countries to the south. The business is not complicated. You go there and solve it first. For Tan Shu
Be polite and she will help you."
When Suman heard her tone, goosebumps appeared on her arms, "Don't be like this, you sound like Tuogu."
Song Xiang raised the corners of his lips, "That's not what I meant. I just think he must be fine. Don't delay the business here while I'm here."
Suman looked at her face, and it was obvious that she was extremely nervous, and her eyes were still firm and strong as she stared at the target.
"Go without worry."
Song Xiang nodded, lowered his head to load bullets into the wooden warehouse, and said with a wry smile: "A month ago, Rong Qi forced me to practice, and I got a lot better. He said it was just in case, but I didn't expect to use it so soon."
Suman sighed and comforted softly: "It will be fine."
Song Xiang: "I think so too."
She typed out a few more wooden warehouses in succession, then suddenly put away the wooden warehouses with a quick movement and took out her mobile phone to dial a number.
I was so anxious just now that I forgot about Yan Han's gang of young people, who had connections with half of the imperial capital.
She called Lu Zechen first.
Lu Zechen was unambiguous on business matters and just told her to wait, and he immediately went to check.
Song Xiang held the cell phone in one hand and the wooden warehouse in the other. She was so nervous that she suddenly raised her hand and gave the target opposite a wooden warehouse.
Hit the red heart.
Suman yelled.
Twenty minutes later, the phone rang.
Not Lu Zechen, but Li Ying.
"Sakura?"
"Mom, Lu Zechen told me that I know someone who can help."
"who?"
"Lan Jingyu...his mother."
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "What?"
"His mother's mother is the ex-wife of a local communist party in South America, and the old godfather is his ex-grandfather."
Song Xiang's eyes widened and he thought about the relationship.
This is by far the most powerful relationship.
"But will the other party help?"
"Yes, the old ghost's son with Xiao San is dead, and now his closest bloodline is Lan Jingyu's mother."