"He... he wants to talk to you."
After speaking, he tried to hand the phone to Officer Huang.
Officer Huang did not take the phone, but continued standing there watching Feng Jing with eyes that seemed like the hidden eyes of a demon lurking in a deep abyss, causing Feng Jing's legs to tremble slightly from nervousness.
No way.
Feng Jing picked up the phone again, maintaining a very good attitude.
"Hello, Officer Huang is right in front of me, and he insisted I make the call. May I ask if there's something you need, I can relay the message to him."
The current Feng Jing was very humble, very low-key, and didn't even have the courage to speak loudly.
"Hello, my name is Lin Fan, from Sunshine Shelter in Huang City. Have you ever heard of my name?" Lin Fan's voice was very gentle, caressing the listener's heart like flowing water, making them feel at ease and relaxed, thus allowing for easy communication.
He knew that Officer Huang had encountered suitable ordinary survivors.
