"I'm Bo Jingshen." As soon as the call connected, he coldly announced himself and spoke straight to the point without waiting for the other person to respond.
"Has anyone visited him recently?"
"Not sure? If you're not sure, then go check!"
"How do I know? I'm being followed! Aside from Jing Ce, who else would do such a thing?"
After ending the call, Bo Jingshen's eyes were already bloodshot with rage. He could not contain his anger and furiously threw his phone toward the windshield!
The force was so great that the windshield cracked like a spiderweb.
He gasped for breath, leaned over the steering wheel, and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
It was unclear how much time had passed; the windshield was shattered, but the phone was surprisingly robust. After bouncing to the passenger seat, the screen was cracked but it was still on.
After a while, it began to vibrate tirelessly.
