Wednesday, afternoon.
"Mm-hmm, I got it, didn't expect it to be like this."
"But I'm curious, how could the auto shop owner actually share intel with you guys? That's all 'stable' inventory, isn't he cutting off his own source of income?"
"You say that auto shop owner is very affable and even claims to be a good citizen, extremely cooperative with you?"
"Maybe he really turned over a new leaf, after all, there aren't many who find their way back these days. Didn't expect you guys to just run into him."
"Alright then, thanks a lot, Simple-minded person, mua~"
After ending the call with warmth and friendliness, Zhang Wei then walked into the intensive care unit.
After being treated with special herbal medicine and resting for a night, Zhang Xinyan looked a bit better than yesterday, his originally weak and sickly face regaining a hint of color.
"Little Lawyer Zhang."
"Zhang Wei."