"Chief Zheng, I've called an ambulance, but I don't have enough money to pay for it. You have money, right?" Chang Yue's tone sounded cold as usual.
Zheng Ren yawned irritably as he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
If his sleep was interrupted by an emergency, bad mood notwithstanding, sometimes he would not even have enough time to put on his shoes. However, an early-morning call from Chang Yue, who constantly wore a stony expression on her beautiful face, was indeed very annoying.
Even so, Zheng Ren had always been good-tempered and overcame his irritation.
'Did these guys drink beer the whole night?' The very thought immediately alerted him.
What the f*ck! Did they have a death wish?! They even called an ambulance? Was it possible that they had had acute upper gastrointestinal bleeding due to excessive alcohol consumption?
"Yes," Zheng Ren asked anxiously, "How are you doing? What happened to Su Yun?"