Jiang Chen smiled faintly.
"Mr. Zou shouldn't be someone who likes to stir emotions."
"In that case, I probably shouldn't say it a second time."
Through the cold and thick glass, the two men looked at each other and smiled.
"Take care of yourself in there, Mr. Zou."
Zou Kezhao appeared relaxed as he hung up the handset and stood up.
The clanking of the shackles echoed.
Zou Kezhao's tall figure walked into the detention area.
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It was still the same ordinary tavern.
The owner had specially arranged a relatively quiet spot.
"This belongs to Miss Lan."
Che Changmin placed an item wrapped in a black cloth on the table and pushed it towards Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen reached out, picked it up, and uncovered the cloth to find the butterfly knife he hadn't had the chance to retrieve yet.
"Thank you."
