Yan Renzhong did not know how hard he was clutching his phone until he saw his protruding white knuckles and the veins bulging at the back of his hand.
Once he regained his composure, his grip relaxed and he made a call to Shen Jingwei.
The phone rang for a long time before the call was declined from the other side.
"..."
Yan Renzhong called again, but this time the call didn't go through.
Shen Jingwei had already switched off his phone.
Meanwhile, far away from Red Jade Pavilion, Shen Jingwei had just successfully dragged Feng Jietang's dead weight through the door of Yunhuan Hotel.
He never knew how far the KTV shop was from the hotel until he had to carry a grown, very drunk man across the distance.
Having seen Shen Jingwei many times at Peak Point Shooting Studio, the hotel staff quickly recognized him.
