After hanging up the phone, Wang Lan said to Lu Zhao, "Director Lu, although we can choose not to take action, this institute must be brought under control."
"Of course. We will freeze all related personnel before the special envoy takes over."
"Do you need me to do anything?"
"The special envoy will arrive early tomorrow morning. You should go back and rest for now. It's already good progress that we've come this far in two days."
"Alright, then I'll head back."
Wang Lan wasn't one for unnecessary talk. Lu Zhao had his difficulties, and Wang Lan couldn't make things hard for him just because of his own insistence. Wang Lan flew directly into the sky and then returned to the hospital.
Inside the National Defense Hospital, Jiang Xinyu's cheeks were flushed, and she was looking down like an ostrich. Zeng Xiaomo, sitting beside her, looked out the window at the gradually brightening lights and smiled.
