The call connected quickly.
"Old Zhang, it's me, haha, yes, yes, I'm still alive." The person on the other side and Lin Jianping were clearly familiar, and they even started joking.
"I remember you have a film company. Do you know about the recent case involving Yue Qingqing? Yes, the one that's being broadcast live right now. You're watching it too?"
"Stop, stop, I'm not here to discuss these things with you. I want to know if you can contact a guest from the show."
"Alright, if you can get in touch with the director, that's also fine. I'm waiting for your good news."
"This matter is especially important to me. How important? The kind where I can't die in peace if it's not done, you know? Be careful, I'll haunt you after I'm dead."
After hanging up, Lin Jianping was filled with emotion.
His temples throbbed.
Suddenly, two streams of blood flowed from his nose.
As the world spun around him, Lin Jianping pressed the emergency button.
