"Can we confirm the identity of that person?"
"We can't."
Xiao Li shook his head, paused, and then said, "You only asked me to keep an eye on Duan Zhengwei; I didn't think to check on that person's situation. I let you down, sir. I'm sorry!"
"Don't apologize for everything."
Picking up a prawn tail that Xiao Bing had peeled and putting it into his mouth, Xiao Ming said with a smile, "You did very well, and there's not a single mistake. It's my command that wasn't detailed enough, and it's only natural not to get more information.
"Now sit down and eat! Were you tired after coming back so late last night?"
"Not tired."
"Well, after we eat, come with me to the airport to pick up someone."
Xiao Ming wasn't formal with Xiao Li.
A puppet won't lie to its master; if he says he's not tired, then he truly isn't tired.
At this moment, what he cared more about was whether the call Duan Zhengwei's secretary received last night was from Mad Dog.