"Director Wu, after all I've said, you still don't believe me?"
"How am I supposed to trust you? I've been waiting at Ninth Pier for half an hour and haven't seen a single soul. I was a fool to believe you. My son could never be a hoodlum."
When he finished speaking, Xia Liang was silent for several seconds on the other end of the line. Director Wu assumed he was about to confess that it had all been a lie.
But two seconds later, Xia Liang spoke.
"Director Wu, I'm a big fan of your movies, which is why I chose to help you. If you don't believe me, you can turn around and go back right now."
Hearing Xia Liang's words, Director Wu was stunned. His tone was so resolute; it didn't sound like he was joking at all.
And he isn't even afraid of me leaving.
But he simply couldn't believe his son was the person Xia Liang described.
Since you're telling me to go, then I'll go.
As Director Wu was about to reply, he heard Xia Liang suddenly say a string of numbers.
"9931."
