Li Xingmao, holding the bag, seemed to have turned to stone, heart pounding fiercely. At this moment, everyone's gaze converged on the bag in his hands, and then on his face!
The ringing in his hand wouldn't stop, Li Xingmao's face was exceptionally pale, instinctively covering the bag, but unable to stop the ringing that filled the room.
At this point, Lao Jiu impatiently said, "Cat, what the hell are you playing at!"
Li Xingmao's eyes were bloodshot as he gave Lao Jiu a vicious look and then he unzipped the bag roughly and took out his mobile phone!
Zhao Yang watched Li Xingmao coldly, casually pressing the end call button, and said, "Uncle Cat, explain yourself; why did you call Li Bingwen at four in the morning?"
"I had something to ask him, is that not allowed!" Li Xingmao's voice was hoarse as he yelled.
"But that's not right. Just before we came, didn't you say you couldn't find Li Bingwen?" Zhao Yang said.
