Luo Sanming squinted his eyes and said after a long while, "District Chief Song really knows how to joke."
He thought Song Guanchao was talking nonsense.
This matter was too bizarre; he couldn't believe it at all.
But it was precisely its bizarre nature that compelled him to question if it could be true.
Moreover, Song Guanchao wanted to make a deal with him, unlikely to deceive him with such matters.
The deeper he analyzed, the more he felt that Song Guanchao's words may actually be true.
"I have no reason to joke about such things with you."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know."
"Don't know? Then why should I trust you?"
"He Sen knows," Song Guanchao said, "I contacted He Sen, and he let it slip."
"Help exonerate me, and I'll tell you He Sen's location."
Slap.
Luo Sanming hung up the phone.
He didn't make a decision immediately.
He needed to calm down and think carefully.
Song Guanchao put down the phone, and the anxiety he had just shown vanished, leaving only calmness.
