A series of responsive sounds came from the other end of the phone, and Chen Mo's heart raced with the ringing.
Heaven knows how nervous he was at that moment, as if his heart was about to leap out from his throat, the call finally connected.
"Yan Xi, calling me so late, what's up? Missing me?"
The voice on the other end of the line was that of a chubby man. Chen Mo opened his mouth to speak out, wanting to tip off the fatty in advance, to prevent him from blabbing something stupid in his naivety.
But then he saw Chen Yanxi's gaze suddenly turn towards him.
In that instant, Chen Mo's mouth clamped shut, and Chen Yanxi took a deep breath and asked the other end of the line, "Fatty, where did my brother go today?"
"Do you know?"
"Why hasn't he returned after such a long time?"
Chen Yanxi's questions were technically skilled.
