Sheng Ting had not expected that just by saying one word, he would be blocked by Chuzheng.
Doesn't she care about Jiang Ye at all?
Sheng Ting really couldn't understand.
Buzz—
The phone vibrated once.
Sheng Ting immediately took out his phone to look.
A text message from an unfamiliar number.
—"Your Zhuang Yi, one hour, Saint An Bridge, or collect a corpse after that."
With just a short sentence, the time, place, and event were all made clear.
Sheng Ting frowned, then called Zhuang Yi. Zhuang Yi picked up, but all he could hear was the sound of running water and wind.
Jiang Ye wasn't with him at all; what would he trade with?
The hand holding Sheng Ting's phone was bulging with veins.
Sheng Chuzheng...
You really surprise me every time!
Sheng Ting put away his phone: "Take people to Saint An Bridge."
Saint An Bridge hadn't opened to traffic yet, but construction was nearly complete; people could walk on it, but cars couldn't.
