The call connected, and Sun Shijie's anxious voice came through: "You need to get here quickly, Zhao Guo'an has gone mad."
"Gone...mad?" Xiao Feng's mouth twitched: "What kind of madness? Smashing things up or biting everyone he sees?"
"Neither," Sun Shijie replied. "He's singing and dancing; Miss Lin already tied him up, but he's still singing. If you don't believe me, listen."
As soon as he finished speaking, a wolf-like howl came through the receiver: "Ohhh my ol' pal, hey! Just hangin' here, I'm a hangin' dirty little monk..."
"..." Xiao Feng.
This guy's accent is becoming more bizarre.
"Alright, got it, I'll be there soon."
After hanging up, Xiao Feng said goodbye to Song Keren: "You should just stay at home for a while. I've already sent someone to track Shen Tianze. I'll let you know the moment I find anything."
"Thank you!" Song Keren smiled.
Xiao Feng waved his hand: "Save the thanks—no need to be so formal. Who are we to each other, right?"
