"Nanshao, De Tingwei should take care of Haoran..." A slightly anxious voice came over the phone. "The meaning of the head above seems to be wavering."

The South Imperial Minister looked at Du Xiaomeng, who was ordering a meal with the owner's wife. Her face was filled with a slight sad smile and a dull breath. He looked back and said, "Who's coming?"

Listening to the light voice and the noisy environment, it was clear that the people on the other end of the phone were a little stunned for a few seconds before they slowed down and said, "Vice-trainee of the Military Commission..." Lu Minghao."

"Oh?" After hearing Lu...