Seeing that he could not get anything useful from Zhuang Long, Zhuang Qilin looked at the phone. He walked over and picked up the phone. Zhuang Long's phone could only be controlled by his own fingerprints. Zhuang Qilin returned to Zhuang Long's side with the phone. He picked up one of Zhuang Long's fingers and swiped it on the phone screen a few times before flipping to the call record.
Zhuang Qilin called the number at the top.
Soon, the call was picked up. A serious male voice traveled from the receiver to Zhuang Qilin's ears.
"Hello, this is the California State Prison…"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Qilin frowned. "Hello, I… I'm Zhuang Long. You called me just now. There's something wrong with my phone. Can I trouble you to tell me what happened just now? I didn't hear you clearly."
Zhuang Qilin's voice, which was disguised as Zhuang Long, could not be heard over the phone.
