"Ugh..."
In an instant, Song Siming's brows twisted and his face contorted viciously!
It was as though he were enduring immense pain.
Shi Aotian, who had already risen from his chair and was preparing to leave, immediately turned to Shi Bashi and asked in bewilderment, "What's wrong?"
Shi Bashi looked completely dumbfounded, having no idea what was happening. "I-I don't know either... I didn't do anything..."
"Could it be because I haven't slept well these past two days?"
Shi Aotian: "..."
Song Siming: "..."
"It's nothing. I merely suddenly felt a little unwell."
Song Siming's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed as he offered an explanation in a slightly hoarse voice.
Then, as if still uneasy, he emphasized once more, "Colonial Lord Aotian, put more care into the arrangements. Progress may only be fast; it must not be slow."
"Rest assured. The plan involves matters of great importance. Aotian will certainly proceed with the utmost caution." Shi Aotian immediately replied, his attitude exceptionally respectful.
"Good... We'll be leaving first." Song Siming turned and gave Shi Bashi a look. His figure gradually faded before disappearing into Shi Bashi's body.
Only after Shi Bashi returned to his residence, when there was no one else around, did Song Siming appear again, his face clouded with grave solemnity.
"Notify Lu Canglong. Tell him not to wait any longer."
"Huh?" Shi Bashi had just opened his mouth, ready to take a bite of sweet, juicy fruit to moisten his throat. Hearing Song Siming's words, he froze on the spot.
"Why change the plan so suddenly? Shi Aotian's side hasn't even started yet..."
"If I tell you to notify him, then notify him! Why so much nonsense?!" Song Siming's expression darkened further, and he snapped in rare anger.
But as soon as the words left his mouth,