Hearing that cry for help, Qiao Jing's face changed dramatically.
"No good!"
What had happened? What could make the usually indifferent and calm Qiao Jing show such an expression? Zhan Nanqing was puzzled and confused.
"Where are you now?" Qiao Jing asked with a tense face, turning on the speakerphone as she did.
"I've sent you my location. Hurry up and come over! Otherwise—no good, they've discovered me. Smack—"
The sound of a slap was particularly crisp and loud.
"You stinking title! Daring to make a secret phone call! It seems you're in a hurry to get punished."
"Big brother, shall we take care of it together? Hehehe—"
The call ended with a "beep."
Qiao Jing frowned and was about to rush out when she was stopped by Zhan Nanqing.
"Your head is so hot, and you're still running a fever. If you go alone, aren't you afraid that not only you may not save the person but also end up getting into trouble yourself?"