Chapter 45

But inside the van, Emperor Quan and Iron Hand, showed no reaction whatsoever.

Indeed, the difference between professionals and amateurs was too vast.

She held back and held back, but in the end, she still spoke up.

"Is it useful to keep waiting like this? Will he definitely show up?"

"He definitely will," Emperor Quan said, his eyebrows relaxing, as if it were nothing, "The data on North X-11C is something they must have. No matter if the data is real or fake, no matter the level of trust in Li Chuanbo, they won't miss the opportunity."

With a curl of her lip, Zhan Se nodded, looking somewhat discomfited.

"Are you sick?" Emperor Quan frowned, touching her forehead.

"...You're the sick one!" Zhan Se, not used to his frequent displays of affection, swatted his hand away, then turned her head back to look outside the window.

After a while, Emperor Quan suddenly smiled again.