While internally somewhat admitting Xiao Feng's theory, Zhao Guo'an still indignantly called again.
Verifying the theory was secondary; the key was the case still needed to be reported.
And soon, Xiao Feng's theory was verified…
On the other end of the line, Di Junxiong, with a helpless tone, said, "Uncle, if you're too bored, just find a place to entertain yourself. I'll even pay for it later. Could you please stop disturbing my sleep?"
"I'm not joking, my master and I have been kidnapped, right at Pengyun Tea House," Zhao Guo'an said irritably.
"Pengyun Tea House?"
Di Junxiong sat up once more. Mentioning this place made him somewhat believe it, but he still said, "I believe you were kidnapped, but kidnapping my master? Only someone out of their mind would come up with such an idea, right?"
