Zhao Junsheng extinguished the cigarette in his hand and contemplated lighting another one. It was then that Wu Qingguo finally couldn't hold back and pressed down on his hand, "Old Zhao, it's best to make a call and ask!"
Zhao Junsheng pushed away Wu Qingguo's hand, lit another cigarette, took a deep inhale, and exhaled a long puff of white smoke before saying, "No need to call, look, it's already dawn."
He pointed at the faint light outside the window and smiled wryly, his voice extremely dry, "Old Wu, it seems we've lost the bet."
Wu Qingguo looked at the whitening sky outside, then wiped the sweat from his brow, "Old Zhao, still, make the call, perhaps there's a chance for a turnaround?"
Even at this point, Wu Qingguo still harbored a bit of hope!
Zhao Junsheng glanced at Wu Qingguo's flushed face, clamped the cigarette between his fingers, picked up the phone with the other hand, and called Jiang Guo'an.
