Old Friend

Emerson was in the middle of inspecting the casino when he suddenly received a phone call from a number he hadn't seen for a long time. He was a little surprised when he saw the name, 'Danson', pop up on his screen. "I can't believe he's still using the same number," Emerson whispered to himself.

All these years, even though he had lost touch with Danson, he never deleted his phone number from his phone; he even copied it over to every new phone he got.

Perhaps...he was secretly hoping that his old friend would contact him again one day. Who knew this day would actually come...

Emerson picked up the phone with curiosity and asked, "Why are you calling Mr. Qian?"

On the other end of the phone, Danson hesitated for a moment before he said, "I need your help."

Emerson was surprised by how straightforward this man was. He usually looked cold and arrogant, but he actually put his pride aside today and directly asked for help.