Charlie waited for Chris and the flowers thanked him.

The three-hour plan is ready, so the second three-hour plan is almost over.

Charlie was filled with complaints, picked up his cell phone and dialed Chris's number.

"Hello, Chris, I'll let you check -"

"Saudi Ap! I'm not free to talk to you!"

Before Charlie's words were finished, Chris yelled at him and voluntarily ended the call, leaving the Interpol in a blindfold.

"Damn it, does Chris want to go to heaven? Wait, wait till you get home.

Charlie scolded and dialed another number instead.

The moment the phone was connected, a confident smile reappeared on his face: "Hello, Boss Hott,...