C157 The Higher the Fall the More Vicious It Was
Listening to the persistent beeping on his phone, Lee Mingzhi's expression grew stormy. He stared out the window, his brow furrowed in deep thought—it seemed he had come to a decision. Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number with purpose.
"Young Master Lee, how can I assist you?" came a man's voice from the other end.
"Get those items ready immediately and deliver them to Jinling City
