The next morning.
Ren Qing had just woken up in the hotel and hadn't had time to freshen up before her phone started ringing.
The call connected, and Ren Qing politely greeted, "Hello, Mr. Zhang."
"Qing, honestly, I'm not doing well right now. Do you know why?"
Hearing this, Ren Qing was filled with confusion, completely unaware of what he meant. After thinking for a moment, Ren Qing asked puzzledly, "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong? Is it because of Ling Chen? Please rest assured, I've already got some leads. Just give me a little more time, and I will definitely bring him to justice."
"Qing, I'm afraid I can't give you any more time." Mr. Zhang's helpless voice came through the phone: "Qing, you've worked hard during this period. Let's do it this way: take a vacation first, I'll arrange for you to go abroad and relax for a while, and I'll arrange another job for you afterward."
