But unfortunately, his desperate pleas still went unanswered and no crimson-haired knight swooped in to save his day.
"The satellite phone?" Ma Xuemin echoed before an indecipherable smile formed on his face. "Of course, please wait for a minute. I will retrieve it for you."
It didn't take long for Ma Xuemin to disappear into the building and come out again with a bulky phone Chen Ru and Song Zhuyu had once used before. "Here you go," he handed it to Chen Ru, who accepted it with a faint sense of incredulity.
S–So easy???
He had only been testing his luck and did not expect Ma Xuemin to hand the phone over to him without any reservation or hesitation. Yet instead of feeling relieved, he became even more nervous. Something must be wrong here. He could not believe Ma Xuemin would simply pass the phone without a hidden agenda. Wasn't he afraid that Chen Ru would blow his cover right here and now?