Chu Hao made a call to Old Mo.
On the other end of the line, Old Mo said with annoyance, "You kid, why haven't you answered your phone all day?"
Chu Hao replied with a dry laugh, "Someone took my phone to play with. Old Mo, what did you need?"
Old Mo said disdainfully, "Who would fancy playing with your ninety-nine-yuan brick phone? The job I introduced you to last time—damn it, there's been trouble! A psychopathic killer... TSK TSK... has shocked Anli City. I'm calling now to ask if you were scared to death."
Chu Hao's expression soured. "You're the one who's going to die! Of course, I know about it."
Old Mo chuckled. "Alright, since you're okay, I'll hang up. Your old bro still has things to do."
Old Mo really called because he was worried about me, Chu Hao thought, feeling a warmth in his heart.
He dialed Mu Yuxun's number. The call connected instantly. I wonder if she was just waiting by the phone, he mused.
