Zheng Zhi walked toward the direction of the mobile phone ringing and grabbed it with dignity.

The phone is still ringing.

His face became more and more ugly.

That's even more surprising to me. Why does this phone make him look so different?

He stared at his cell phone for half a day, seemingly meditating, never answering, and then hung up there.

He was dazed with his mobile phone and sighed.

I thought he expected to call back there, but there was no movement for half a day. He sighed and dialed back.

After a while, there's probably a connection.

"Hello, Mr. Meng." Zheng Zhi said slowly.

It's really Meng...