Time ticked by.
As Zhao Renjie had guessed, the phone call ended in less than three minutes.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
It seemed as though something was furiously slammed to the ground by Leng Lingxiao, causing Tian Jiaojiao, who was outside the hall, to jump in fright. She timidly looked at Zhao Renjie and asked, "Is he angry?"
"I don't know."
The indifferent three words from Zhao Renjie made Tian Jiaojiao even more frightened; she clutched her folder tightly. "Brother Zhao, I think I'll come back later. I just remembered, there seem to be a few more things I need to organize. I'm leaving now, bye."
"Oh, all right then."
"Right, please don't tell anyone I was here, I'm counting on you, Brother Zhao."
"Sure, no problem."
Tian Jiaojiao tiptoed away.
After a few seconds of pause, Zhao Renjie merely cracked a slight smile and then turned to enter the hall.
