Wasn't my uncle just standing here? Why would there be a call from him?
Startled, Li Dazhuang consoled himself, "Seeing his condition, it's possible he lost his cellphone on the way. Maybe someone found it and is calling me."
Li Dazhuang said to Zheng Feng, "Hang on a second, I need to answer a call."
Strangely enough, the manic Zheng Feng didn't try to stop Li Dazhuang from answering the phone. Instead, he watched quietly with a hint of a cold smile in his eyes.
"Da Zhuang, you left your wallet at my place. Do you want to come back to get it?"
A familiar voice came through the phone, and upon hearing it, Li Dazhuang felt a bone-chilling coldness.
That voice was also his uncle's.
But if the gentle voice on the phone was his uncle's, then who was this person in front of him?
If the crazed Zheng Feng in front of him was real, then who was the one on the other end of the phone?
"No, no need, just leave it at your place; there's nothing important in there."