This was the phone number that Lan Ling registered when she was in Tengchong. There was only a difference of one number from his number. Hence, Yang Ming's impression was quite profound. It seemed that this phone wasn't discarded.
Yang Ming quickly pressed the button to read as though he was afraid that the phone would fail him at this moment. He was staring at the screen tightly. The process was less than a second, yet Yang Ming felt as though he was waiting for a long time.
"Yang Ming, have you received the book that Grandpa Zuo brought to you? It's a medical book of our Miao Tribe. Not only are there a lot of healing techniques, but also a lot of voodoo solutions. I heard from Grandpa Zuo that you're an assassin. I was worried about you, so I asked him to give you a book.
