"My own man, the boss asked me to tell you not to call him now." A pair of Persian cat-like eyes, a tall nose, each other's expression of dignity towards the Quito.

"Boss?"

"Zhao Bin, he's my boss."

"Who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am. You just do what I say. I advise you not to call your boss. He may be in the police station right now."

"Police station?"

"Everything is planned by the boss, wait for you to ask him after the event, and the boss asked me to tell you the second step plan."

"Step 2?"

"Yes."

Quito is now very surprised. She...