"I think we should call Brother Zhang. If she escapes, it will be a disaster." Huang Mao said while taking out his phone.
Seeing this, Blackie immediately snatched the phone, scolding, "Why call? In such a big desert, let her run! If she's not killed by the heat, she'll starve to death. What can she do?"
"What if someone rescues her? How are we going to explain to Brother Zhang then? She has seen everything!" Huang Mao sighed deeply, showing no intention of retrieving the phone.
He wasn't sure whether he should call Brother Zhang because they hadn't reported this matter from the start.
Handling things privately could lead to trouble later, so he was apprehensive.
At this moment, Blackie patted his shoulder and said with a hint of luck, "What are you afraid of? Just say we didn't know. We're not the only ones delivering goods."
It made sense; after all, there were many delivery people. They could just blame someone else, and who would know if they didn't say?
