"Interesting."
Chen Sheng looked at the phone number in his hand and couldn't help but feel amazed.
A few days ago, the little girl he encountered when he saw someone in need turned out to be from the Wu'an Bureau.
Should this be called fate or a cliche?
However, this phone number wasn't very useful to him.
After all, if there was any problem, Chen Sheng could directly contact Li Chenghu.
Returning home,
Chen Sheng didn't hurry to wash himself and change clothes.
Going to the balcony, he slowly closed his eyes.
Feeling the slight chill in the air, he took a deep breath.
"Hu——"
In the cool weather, a mist emerged from Chen Sheng's mouth, dissipating two meters away.
Even now,
The events he experienced yesterday still felt like a dream.
But Chen Sheng knew it really happened.
Because,
He could feel the change in his state of mind.
Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes,
He looked calmly at the crowd passing below.
