"Hey, old thing, are you still messing around? Who's seriously working in the field at night.
Hey, don't hang up; I have something to discuss with you."
Before Lord Zhu finished speaking, the other side had already hung up.
Lord Zhu, feeling embarrassed, immediately called back.
"Old thing, it's not for me, I'm helping someone. Remember Wen Yan?
Yes, it's him. I'm asking for him. Why are you still so grumpy?"
A few minutes later, Lord Zhu hung up the phone, looked at Wen Yan with doubt in his eyes, and sighed.
"Don't look at me like that. In the ghost circles, sometimes your reputation might be more useful than mine. Some old ghosts are unwilling to pay attention to me, but although they are grumpy, they still have some old habits.
It's just asking for some information. They don't give me face, but if I say it's you asking, they'll help out."
