However, Leng Chenmo was not sure whether Tang Zhou had encountered any trouble at this moment.
Returning to the past, the first thing he did was to pull out his cell phone, dial Tang Zhou's number; every second was painful before the call was answered. He was fearful that the standard shutdown notice, "Hello, the user you dialed has powered off," would resound from his phone.
"Beep, beep...."
"Hello?" From the phone came Tang Zhou's voice, which sounded like heavenly music to his ears.
Leng Chenmo's eyes were moist for a moment. Even this strong, restrained man was moved by Tang Zhou's one spoken word, leaving him momentarily choked up and unable to speak.
Tang Zhou, who was driving, cursed when he heard no response, "Are you sick, calling without saying anything, what are you trying to do?"
"... Where are you?" Leng Chenmo forced himself to stay calm.
