It wasn't until past eleven in the morning that the phone on the desk suddenly rang.
Lu Nancheng answered the call.
"Hello."
"Nancheng," the voice of Feng Ziqing came from the phone, "the lab results are out."
"Hmm? How is it?" Lu Nancheng asked.
Feng Ziqing paused for a moment, then asked him, "Are you sure you want to know the answer?"
"Nonsense," Lu Nancheng frowned, "What kind of drug is it?"
"Uh," Feng Ziqing still seemed hesitant and asked him again, "Where did you get this drug from?"
Lu Nancheng's brows instantly furrowed even tighter, "Why the fuck you have so many questions?"
"..." Feng Ziqing sighed, "Don't appreciate a good person's heart, is that it? I'm also thinking about the harmony between you and your wife."
Lu Nancheng, with a darkened face and growing impatient, said, "Speak straightforwardly if you have something to say, fart if you have to fart, stop rambling or I'll hang up."
