Zhou Dong stood in the hotel room, taking a long moment to react.
After picking up the phone and realizing the call had ended, he could pretty much guess what Shen Tianze would have said next.
It was nothing but letting him take all the blame alone, then promising an empty check, saying he'd find a way to help, and how many benefits he'd give him, and so on.
Zhou Dong didn't care about these things. The only thing he regretted now was not choosing to run away immediately when he received the call from Miao Youmin.
However, it's too late to say anything now. Even if he wanted to run, he probably couldn't because he had already missed the best opportunity.
At this moment, the door to the room was violently knocked open.
Zhou Dong instinctively wanted to make a final struggle, quickly running toward the window where the rope made from bedsheets by Zhang Wan was still hanging.
