Act on your words.
Old Qin's number was easy to find.
After Xie Tianyi died, his phone ended up in Lin Yuan's hands.
At the time, because he couldn't unlock it, he casually stuffed it into his storage bracelet.
Since then, it had been left there, its battery drained, becoming a piece of scrap metal.
When Zheng Xiu Jia used to be all over Xie Tianyi, she had seen him fiddling with his phone and knew that his emergency contact was Old Qin.
In other words...
It meant being ready to contact Old Qin at any moment to clean up his mess.
Lin Yuan handed the phone to Zheng Xiu Jia, sighing, "You guys are really... unlike me. I set my emergency contact to 110, so I can call the police at any time."
"When we need to contact an emergency contact person, usually it's to figure out how to avoid those police officers. We need someone from our family to clean up after us; where would we contact them?"
