But there was one thing that didn't make sense, Li San never let her "obey".
Li Qiao looked at her phone screen expressionlessly, heavy shadows lurking in her eyes.
She narrowed her eyes and redialed Li San, but no one answered.
Li Qiao instantly gripped the phone tight, without hesitation, and called Nan Xin directly.
Soon, Nan Xin's voice, laced with mirth, came through. "Baby, he should have called you back by now, right?"
"He did," Li Qiao's voice was low and emotionless, prompting an unconscious sigh of relief from Nan Xin.
Li Qiao quickly picked up on the relaxation in her tone, her gaze cooling as she got straight to the point, "There's a batch of precision parts, have they been detained at the border?"
"Precision parts?" Nan Xin repeated in confusion, then slapped her forehead, "Those boxes of scrap metal are precision parts? What the hell is Ou Bai doing, starting to traffic parts now?"