When the urgent phone rang, Chen Fangqing, who had just gotten some sleep, opened his eyes somewhat blankly.
He lay stagnant on the bed, his mind seemed to still survive the vague dream he had just seemingly slept and woke up, the cell phone ringing persistently, he lay dumbfounded for a while, and finally answered the phone when it rang for the second time.
Yuan Lin's voice rang out on the other end of the line, urgent and grave, "Prime Minister, there's news from Hua Ting."
Chen Fangqing's body shook, confusion and sleepiness instantly disappeared without a trace, he sat up from the bed in a flash, endured the feeling of dizziness coming from his brain, and subconsciously looked at his watch.
"I thought the flight was at nine o'clock at night?"
He frowned, "So quickly? Never chose to act at the airport?"
Yuan Lin's voice trailed off as he spoke, "Uh, no, it's news from the Huating Council."
His thoughts seemed to be somewhat confused, "Reg
