On the other end of the phone, Lin Boxin held his breath in anxiety, as he watched Wang Yong silently, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"Brother, it's me, where are you?" Quickly, Wang Hao's neurotic and raspy voice came from the phone.
"I'm on my way to Taiping Mountain for some business," Wang Yong frowned, "Did you call for something? Also, why aren't you using your own phone?"
"Glug!" Hearing from his brother Wang Yong that he was on his way to Taiping Mountain, Wang Hao was beyond excited. He grit his teeth and gulped down mouthfuls of saliva, suddenly blurting out, "Brother, I got beaten up at Jingfeng Restaurant and lost my phone, so I had to use Lin Boxin's phone."
"You were beaten up?" Because their mother died when they were young, both Wang Hong and Wang Yong had taken special care of Wang Hao since childhood. Alarmed to hear that Wang Hao had been beaten, a hint of anger surfaced in Wang Yong's eyes. "Who did this?"
