It was obvious that Zhao Chang's number could no longer be reached.
Upon hearing the persistent beeping from the phone, Zhao Chang's heart nearly stopped with fright. He turned to Fu Yanhe in a panic, explaining, "Mr. Fu, everything I said is true, that woman indeed used this number to sell the drugs."
"How about this, give me a chance, and I'll find that woman for you, to redeem my faults with merits, would that work?"
Although Zhao Chang did not know what the woman had done with the drugs after purchasing them, it now seemed that she had offended Fu Yanhe and had dragged him into this mess as well.
It was clear that if he did not find the woman for Fu Yanhe, he would likely not be let go easily.
Fu Yanhe looked down at him with eyes dark and icily impersonal, making Zhao Chang's skin crawl, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his body going weak, nearly urinating on the spot right in front of him.
Half a minute later, Fu Yanhe finally spoke, "Three days."
