This is called the speed of slaves. Ye Cheng's telephone was almost just connected. Li Yikang, a newly recruited slave, immediately answered it. His flattering tone once made Ye Cheng think he had called the call girls in the hotel.

"Is the owner you? It's really you! You don't know how hard it was for a well-off man in the afternoon. He waited for hours and hours drily. He was rather happy. Li Yikang's mouth protruded like a machine gun. The speed of speech and the volume of the voice had to make Ye Cheng cut off the phone for a short distance, which was too lethal.

"Ning Luo Miao"...