"?" Qi Ling was utterly baffled, "Bro, what are you babbling about? You don't even have a wife, how could you have kids? Have you been working so much overtime that you've lost your mind?"
"I got married a long time ago."
"We agreed to be brothers for life! You got married behind my back?!"
"I'm hanging up, today's Valentine's Day."
"…"
Chu Yan hung up the phone, and Qi Ling was left disheveled with his mobile for a long time.
There was a knock on the door—it was a delivery.
Opening the package, inside were many small plastic bags filled with white pills, indistinguishable unless taken to a lab for testing.
Chu Yan had looked through them once, then received an emergency call from the hospital.
There was a car accident victim who needed immediate surgery.
Chu Yan quickly tidied up the stuff on his table and rushed to the hospital by car.
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Past four in the afternoon, Qin Zhao had called Chu Yan several times but couldn't reach him.
