"Here, his contact information!"
The middle-aged man walked out from the back room and handed Yin Tao a small piece of paper with a phone number written on it. After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Yin Tao and said, "You seem like a good person. Don't get involved with such a person!"
What the middle-aged man said piqued Yin Tao's curiosity. After she took the note, Yin Tao smiled gently and asked, "Uncle, I'm also looking for him for a reason. I'm not that familiar with him. Has Cheng Fei done anything bad?"
The middle-aged man looked at Yin Tao and felt that she was just an inexperienced little girl, so he let his guards down.
"I don't know the details, but there are always some hooligan-like men around him." The uncle scratched the back of his head and continued, "On the day he moved, he was also picked up by a few hooligans. They were all wearing sunglasses and black clothes. They looked like they were up to no good."
