"What's going on??" After grabbing his phone, Schneider didn't hang up; instead, he covered it with his hand and whispered to Silvio.
"Gulp!"
Silvio swallowed again, his expression oddly saying, "He... he... he knows everything."
Knows everything?!
Astonished by Silvio's words, Schneider was taken aback, but his reaction was much smaller than Silvio's.
"Silvio, General Schneider must be beside you, right?" On the other end of the phone, Chen Fan let out a puff of smoke and said gently, "Let him take the phone."
In the hall, Chen Fan's voice arose through the phone; though it wasn't loud, it was enough for both Silvio and Schneider to hear.
"Chen, my dear friend, would you like to talk to me?"
As the military representative, Schneider had more confidence and less fear of Chen Fan. Hearing Chen Fan's request, he quickly grabbed the phone and said in a deep voice.