"Brother Zhong is in trouble?"
At that moment, the thought occurred simultaneously in both Chen Hai and Tong Daqiang's minds.
Eating barbecue and drinking beer had suddenly become uninteresting to them.
With a reach of his hand, Chen Hai had already snatched Tong Daqiang's phone.
He dialed the number from the last incoming call.
Unfortunately, the line was busy and couldn't be reached anymore.
'Buzz...' a notification sound suddenly went off.
"It's a message from Brother Zhong's WeChat; since he went to Myanmar North, I've sent him quite a few messages, but he had never replied to me!"
Tong Daqiang, who was already leaning in, was more familiar with his own phone than Chen Hai.
The suddenly received WeChat message showed the nickname "Silly Zhong."
Seeing this contact name, Chen Hai was somewhat doubtful, but Tong Daqiang quickly explained.
If it was really Tong Daqiang's personal information, it was inappropriate for Chen Hai to look closely.
