The smoke that Jiang Zhiyuan was exhaling surrounded him, and his furrowed brows could be seen from the flickering light of the cigarette.
He had actually been hesitating for many days. When Dai Jia gave him this string of numbers, he had been hesitating and had not been able to sleep well for the past few days.
'I shouldn't have done that,' he thought rationally, but his instincts couldn't do it.
That kind of blood connection could not be cut off in a lifetime.
He hesitated for a long time, and there was a pile of cigarette butts beside his feet. Jiang Zhiyuan finally made up his mind. He took a deep breath of the cigarette, letting the smell of the tobacco enter his body. He turned it around and spat it out from his mouth. He finally made up his mind, picked up his phone, and pressed the dial button.
He had actually already memorized this string of numbers, but when he dialed it, he was still very careful, as if he was afraid of dialing the wrong number.