After just a few steps, he bumped into Song Li.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, cursing angrily, "Who is so blind that he dared to bump into me?"

"Where's Brother Zhou?" Song Li quickly helped the man up and looked around anxiously.

"Zhou Yang, who knows what's wrong with him? He just gets up and leaves. How would I know where he is?" Although he said so, his eyes still glanced in the direction Zhou Yang left.

Seeing this, Song Li loosened his grip and trotted in the direction he was looking.

Li Xiaowen, who hadn't even stood firmly, fell down again, and he was so angry that he exploded instantly.

"Song Li! You idiot! I'll...I'll let Zhou Yang take care of you in a minute!!!"

Song Li, who was chasing after the car, only had time to see the car body going away, and sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant.

Thinking of something, he hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie in the car and asked someone to contact Zhou Yang's car urgently.

Fortunately, the car didn't drive far when Zhou Yang's impatient voice came from the intercom.

"What's up."

As soon as Song Li heard his tone, he knew something unpleasant had just happened and pointed out the key point directly.

"Brother Zhou, Comrade Shu wants to meet you at Quanjude!"

"Shu Miao?" Zhou Yang, who had a stern look on his face, sat up straight in an instant, his eyes suddenly lighting up.

"Yes, the call came in half an hour ago." He responded hurriedly, and pointed out the specific time, implying that he should not keep people waiting anxiously.

"Go to Quanjude, hurry up!" Zhou Yang immediately shouted to the driver, his tone full of joy.