Yang Xiao had no interest in wasting words, so he went straight to the point and asked how to contact the script store owner Zhao, but Li Qingxuan's expression was as tragic as if he were about to be killed, weeping bitterly, "Teacher Yang, I understand the rules, you're worried that I have evidence that can identify you left in his hands, aren't you? You want to remove the weed by the roots."
"Can you not overact?" Yang Xiao slapped his forehead, "Make the call quickly. Once you hear Zhao's voice, you can leave."
Helpless, Li Qingxuan still picked up his phone and made a call. The call didn't go through, and Yang Xiao frowned slightly, "What's the matter, why is there no answer?"
"Don't rush, this is our arrangement. The first call won't be answered; I'll call him a second time after 5 minutes, and then he'll pick up," Li Qingxuan explained with a pained expression.
"You're quite cautious, kid."