"Hey buddy, what the heck? You're still in the mood for jokes, so it seems like nothing's really wrong. Can we go now?"
Wen Yan shook her head: "Not yet, the identification isn't completely finished, it'll probably take a while longer. By the way, what time is it now? I've completely lost track of time."
No sooner had she finished speaking than He Xing took a cell phone out of her bag.
"Here you go, I brought your phone."
"Oh, Xingxing, you're so thoughtful!" But after glancing at the time, Wen Yan immediately exclaimed, "Wow, it's already past four o'clock. It's as brightly lit as daytime here. I didn't expect it to be almost five o'clock. No wonder I'm hungry; it's almost breakfast time."
"Should I go buy it now?"
"No need, no need, you're not familiar with this area."
Just then, the police brought Wen Chengcai out.
Wen Chengcai narrowed his eyes at Chen Jinghe: "You're a celebrity too, right? Wow, I've met so many celebrities today."
Wen Chengcai's words and actions were too presumptuous for Shen Jinghe, which displeased him.
He looked at Shen Jingchuan: "Who is he?"
Shen Jingchuan leaned over and whispered a few words in his ear. He nodded and didn't say anything more.
Before leaving, Wen Yan asked to add her savior's contact information, and Wen Cheng immediately agreed.
Shen Jingchuan reacted quickly and blocked Wen Yan's path with his hand.
"I'll add you, that's all. What's your phone number?"
Wen Chengcai glanced at Shen Jingchuan with displeasure: "I did save your lives, after all. Why are you guarding against me like a thief? Well then, I'll guard against you too. I don't want to give you my number. I'm going back now. Please make way for me."
"I added your contact information so I can thank you later."
"Hmph, is that how you thank someone? You're practically treating me like a thief! How pointless! I'm doing this out of morality and conscience, not for your few words of thanks!"
"No, no, no," Wen Yan said, afraid that the two would start arguing, and quickly took out her phone. "Uncle Wen, what's your number? I'll save it."
“It’s no problem for you to ask me for my number!” Wen Cheng said, raising an eyebrow at Shen Jingchuan.
After saving Wen Chengcai's number, Wen Yan asked, "By the way, Uncle Wen, why haven't I seen Third Brother? Where did he go? I was thinking of saving his number."
"He doesn't like to socialize. Just save my number. Also, he's older than me. You call me uncle, so why do you call him brother? I have to call him brother. You should call him third uncle."
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