"Still not telling the truth?" Chen Hao frowned, growing impatient.
An Xu still clenched his teeth and insisted, "How can I speak of something that doesn't exist? Why do you assume I'm not telling the truth?"
"Do you think we're all blind?" Chen Hao pointed to the corner, where a black object was falling.
At first glance, it was impossible to tell what the object was, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that it was a mobile phone!
The phone was about the size of a lighter.
Chen Hao and his colleagues had always used peculiar phones: either too old-fashioned or too retro, and there were even small phones like the one Zhong Ping had.
The only thing they had in common was their cheapness.
Seeing the familiar phone in the corner and recalling Zhong Ping's previous visit, Chen Hao was ninety percent sure that Zhong Ping's sudden disappearance had something to do with the man named An Xu before him!
The others saw the phone, too.
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