She just found it interesting.

However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

Zheng Rongben had forgotten about this incident, but it felt like a coincidence to be mentioned like this.

He laughed twice, telling his daughter not to think too much.

Then he let her go out to practice boxing.

But he immediately stopped the person and asked if he had the contact information of Mr. Xu.

Zheng Jingjing shook her head.

Zheng Rong asked again if he had Xia Yu’s contact information.

The latter still shook his head.

Only then did Zheng Rong say no more.

I just felt for a moment that I couldn't seem to contact Xu Jian.

In the vast sea, the fishing boats that seem so close are like mirages.

"If we can't contact you, then we have no chance?"

He felt a little bad for a moment, and then tried to find contact information.

However, after asking around, there was no contact information for the other party.

Only then did he realize that contacting the other party was not as easy as he thought.

And even if I get contacted, what should I say?

Really going to buy a knife?

After hesitating, he put down his phone.

Time passed little by little.

Half past nine.

He got up and went to the appointed place.

It's a teahouse.

After waiting for a long time, a middle-aged man with short hair sat in front of him.

His face was a little pale.

"Old Yang?" Zheng Rong looked at the person in front of him with surprise.

Especially when I saw that the other person’s hair had a lot of silver in it.

"Old Zheng, it's me." Old Yang said with a bitter smile.
Chapter completed!