Han Zuo was at a loss for words.
After a moment of silence, he was just about to say something when his phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number.
He answered the phone carelessly and put it to his ear, "Hello," he said, "May I ask who's calling?"
"Brother Han, it's me!" Qin Wanyue's panicked and crying voice came through the receiver. "Brother Han, some bad guys are after me... I'm hiding in the bathroom, and they're guarding the door. I'm too scared to go out, what should I do? Brother Han?"
Han Zuo frowned. "How do you know my cell phone number?"
After he got out of prison, he changed his number; Qin Wanyue had no reason to know it.
Qin Wanyue seemed taken aback that he would respond to her with such a question. She choked up, then said sobbingly, "It was... Xi Meng told me..."
"Oh," Han Zuo said indifferently, "then you should go find Xi Meng."
After saying that, he intended to hang up the call.
