"Still stuck in traffic?"
After ending the video call, Bo Lin pressed between his brows.
Hua Jian locked his phone without a second thought. "Yeah, the cars up ahead are moving. We should be able to get in now."
As he spoke, horns sounded all around them, and Hua Jian started the car and moved forward.
"Are you close to Fu Ruan?"
The last time Hua Jian had gotten drunk and gone to see Bo Lin, they had ended up in bed, and he had completely forgotten about this.
Bo Lin's hand paused. "What made you ask about him?"
"Nothing. I've just heard people mention him. Apparently, your grandfather is very fond of him."
Their lane moved a little faster, and out of the corner of his eye, Bo Lin caught sight of the stationary sports car as they passed it.
His brows drew together. It was Fu Ruan.
No wonder Hua Jian had asked about Fu Ruan. He must have seen him too.
Bo Lin said evenly, "His grandfather saved mine, so my grandfather's fondness extends to him. But you don't need to concern yourself with Fu Ruan."
He had been away from the Imperial Capital lately. He hadn't expected his subordinates to be so slow about getting things done.
With that thought, Bo Lin lowered his head and sent a message.
Fu Ruan was furious.
He had been back in the country for almost ten days, yet apart from that welcome dinner, he hadn't seen Bo Lin once.
It was only at a recent gathering that he had heard from the young men in Zhang Yiming's circle that Bo Lin had gone to Sea City.
"Ruan, get back in the car. The traffic won't last much longer."
The fashionably dressed young man was Cui Tang, a young