The cold night wind was biting, and the sand stung his face.
Qi Yun lit a cigarette, his eyes flashing, and looked at Mamati, saying, "Lend me your satellite phone for a moment to let my family know I'm safe, so they don't worry."
Mamati didn't think much and handed over the phone.
Qi Yun took the phone, stood up, walked a bit further away, and dialed a number while relieving himself.
After finishing the cigarette, he shook himself, pulled up his pants, and returned the satellite phone to Mamati.
"I can't hold up anymore, I'm going inside to sleep now."
"Okay, Boss Qi," Mamati replied.
A few minutes later, he also stood up, went into Ai Shan's tent, and woke him up.
The two sat by the fire pit, the orange flames flickered, casting light and shadow on their faces.
"You didn't do anything stupid, did you?" Mamati asked seriously, staring at him without missing any detail on his face.
