The next morning, Mao's father dialed the number Chen Gu had given him. Mao's father was very cautious, but the person on the other end didn't seem to take it to heart. "Oh, that matter? There's no problem with Mr. Gao's connection. I'm at 69 Tan Road, District 31. You can just come over directly."
"Alright," Mao's father agreed. He felt even less assured now.
His friends had exerted a lot of effort to find this kind of potion, and he had repeatedly begged them before they agreed to sell it to him. It was clearly very precious. So how come here, it seemed... not to be taken seriously at all?
"Son..." Mao's father began, but seeing his son was already prepared to leave, he changed his mind. "Let's go."
He had already cleared his schedule for the day and had no other arrangements, so they might as well go take a look.
