The next day, the weekend.
Before eight, He Yanmo went to Renhe Laboratory, and during this time she didn't forget to call Shang Yin, using the excuse of having something to discuss, asking him to wait for her at home.
Meanwhile, in the gym of the seaview apartment duplex, Qing Lei reported simultaneously, "Master, Miss He has gone to Renhe Laboratory."
Shang Yin's upper body was bare, his bronzed skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.
He let go of the stretcher, took the towel to wipe his face, "Prepare the car."
Qing Lei looked up, reminding him, "At eight o'clock you have a maritime trade discussion with the Parma Huo Family, scheduled a week ago."
Shang Yin stood up, his prominent muscle lines manifesting powerful strength, "Isn't there a conference system in the car?"
