"Your wife's transfer order, I just received an internal message. Likely your wife has already heard about it; those people want her to go on a business trip to the south for a week or maybe two weeks," Jun Ye's brows furrowed with force.
The adversary had even targeted Jiang Mei, likely because they knew she worked at the medical unit and intended to cut off her sister's last retreat.
Zhao Wensheng took off his glasses and wiped his forehead, suppressing the urge to curse at the bottom of his heart.
Now, what they needed was composure, absolute composure; the other party's offensive tactics were continuous and very strategic, not easily countered.
The phone on Jun Ye's desk rang, causing all three of them to frown even more.
After a pause, as Jun Ye reached for the phone, Zhao Wensheng held him back.
"I'll take it," Wensheng said, his intention clear, he would probe the adversary's move first.