Yang Chen inhaled a breath of cold air. Upon remembering Rose’s flexible, soft and well-rounded body, he immediately thought of flying to her bed before doing anything else. However, upon remembering Li Jingjing’s predicament, it was better to dismiss such dirty thoughts. Straightforwardly, he asked, “I need information about Chen Dehai and his address. The more detailed the better.
When dealing with Chen Dehai, naturally, it would be in one’s best interest to first find information on him. As West Union Society’s arch-enemy, the Red Thorn Society’s leader Rose was the person most familiar with Chen Dehai.
Rose was a woman who knew how to make men happy, and upon hearing Yang Chen’s tone, she did not ask any further questions. After a while, she simply responded, “Alright, I’ll immediately send it to your inbox.”
Satisfied, Yang Chen laughed: “My darling Rose, you are too caring. Wait for me tonight. After finishing my task, I’ll come and find you.”
“You’ve said it, you mustn’t go back on your words.” Rose gladly laughed. Whether Yang Chen’s task was dangerous, she didn’t even bother asking. It was as if she had already confirmed that the Chen father and son had received the death sentence!