This was the understanding between them.
Some things, he would naturally say when he wanted to.
"Alright, see you tomorrow," Angel said, "By the way, Song..."
"Hmm?"
"I miss you too."
The call ended.
Song Heping looked out the window, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward.
Angel, CEO of Horizon News Group, niece of US House of Representatives Speaker Nancy, born into a political family, a formidable woman in the business world.
Any of these titles alone would be enough for an ordinary person to live three lifetimes.
But in front of him, she was just a woman named Angel.
He took a tin of gum out of his pocket, poured out two pieces, and tossed them into his mouth.
Then he dialed another number.
This time, it was an encrypted line.
"Grey Wolf," he said.
"Boss."
The clear and calm voice of Grey Wolf came from the other end.
"I saw you entering the hotel."
"Yes, just entered the room. How are things on your end?"
