"So, did this action fail this time?"
In the topmost office of Shangtong Tower, Tong Qian was on duty today. He saw Yang Jian, Feng Quan, and others return and understood the outcome of this matter.
"Not a failure, just postponed."
Yang Jian stood by the bar in the office, poured a glass of cola, and took a sip.
"Entering that Ghost Domain rashly, if we fail, we might get trapped inside, or even die inside. I have other things to do, can't delay for too long."
"Xiao Yang, that's not right. You seemed pretty laid-back a couple of days ago," Xiong Wenwen, playing on his phone, suddenly looked up and said.
Yang Jian couldn't be bothered to explain.
How long has it been since he came back from the delivery task?
It's only been a three-day break, and during these three days, he did quite a lot. Although it seemed leisurely, it was all business-related.
