He hung up the phone.
A sly smile crept across Yang Jian's lips.
Zhao Kaiming getting tangled in the Ghost Door Knocker incident was indeed good news.
The criminal investigation department wanted his assistance?
That was a joke; the conflict between him and Zhao Kaiming was irreconcilable. If they didn't have to meet face-to-face, Yang Jian felt he would have taken the fight right to his doorstep.
But now, to kill by a borrowed knife saved him a lot of trouble.
"Yang Jian, why are you grinning like a psycho? You aren't thinking about something weird, are you?" Zhang Wei, who was playing with his phone, suddenly asked.
"I won't tell you. You still dare to play with your phone at this time? Aren't you afraid that ghost will come for you?" Yang Jian said.
Zhang Wei replied, "Isn't Brother Tui here? If Brother Tui can't handle it, I'd already have been doomed. What's there to worry about?"
That thought seemed right.
At that moment.
