Guan Xingchen's group had barely settled at Xia's Restaurant when they rushed back to the hotel where they were staying.
Riding the elevator.
Ding.
As the elevator doors closed, Guan Yi could no longer hold back and asked,
"Master, why the hurry to leave?"
Guan He, on the other hand, clutched her belly with a pained expression, "Yeah, Dad, we came back before even having lunch."
"We have a new mission," Guan Xingchen said.
A new mission?
Guan He and Guan Yi looked at each other, "Weren't we here in Japan for that young Special Grade chef?"
"We obtained his confirmed information at the IGO Neon Department, and I had sent the data back to our country yesterday. Just now, I received a call from home telling me to cease all investigations into that young chef," Guan Xingchen said solemnly.
"Why..."
