The phone was quickly connected, and then Ning Zhiqiu's pleasant baritone voice echoed through the receiver.
"Mr. Mu, is there something you need?"
This sentence, seemingly ordinary, revealed a piece of information— the other party also knew his phone number, and Ning Zhiqiu didn't mind letting him know about it.
It was obvious that the other party had looked him up as well.
Mu Tianye squinted slightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his eyes.
"If Mr. Ning is available, I'd like to invite you for a drink."
"Kunlun Building, I'll be waiting for you at the Rooftop Bar."
"Alright." Mu Tianye checked the time, "See you in half an hour."
He quickly gathered his things, drove out of the parking lot, and entered the expressway. Mu Tianye glanced sideways at the rearview mirror, noticing a car parked by the roadside slowly starting up and merging into the lane.
