Zhou Xiaoyong didn't dare to disobey. He quickly took out his phone and called Zhou Yang.
Fortunately, he answered the call quickly.
"Brother Yong, what's the matter?" Zhou Yang's voice came through the phone.
"Where are you?" Zhou Xiaoyong turned on the loudspeaker.
Zhou Yang answered matter-of-factly, "I'm outside? I'm at the half-constructed building in the outskirts of town."
Zhou Xiaoyong frowned in confusion. "Why did you go to such a godforsaken place?"
Zhou Yang also sounded puzzled. "Eh? Didn't Brother Qiang text us to come over? You didn't receive the message? Hello…?"
Zhou Yang was cut off by the beeping sound of a disconnected line.
Zhou Xiaoyong had goosebumps all over his body!
Zhou Yang said that it was Zhou Qiang who had texted him?
How could a dead man text!
Quan Jue quickly called back.
However, he couldn't get through to Zhou Yang's phone at all.
