How can a man who fights his life with evil spirits in hell be a compassionate Bodhisattva? He always takes revenge for his enemies and repays his grievances.
As they were talking, Biaozi's phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, his heart skipped a beat. He looked at Zhan Peng nervously, his Adam's apple moving.
"It's Sister Xi."
Zhan Peng pursed his lips, raised his chin, and motioned for him to answer the phone.
"Sister Xi." Biaozi pressed the hands-free button and spoke in a deep voice.
"Biaozi, where is A Lu? Why doesn't he answer the phone? Fu Chai can't be contacted either." A gentle and sweet voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Where else can he go? He's out to fool around." Zhan Peng picked up the phone and responded in a gangster-like tone.
The person on the other end paused for a few seconds, then was surprised. "Zhan Peng? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's okay." Zhan Peng smiled. "Oh, what should I do, Miss? It seems that I mean a lot to your man. Are you jealous?"
"Eat your big head ghost," Nanxi yelled at him, "Where is he? Why can't I contact him?"
"Didn't I tell you? When he saw I was fine, he got too excited and drank a few more glasses. He's lying there, still unconscious. I'm keeping an eye on him for you. Don't worry, no women are getting close to him."
"I feel even more uneasy when I'm with you." Nanxi deliberately confronted him.
"Hey, how can you talk like that? You don't know how to appreciate kindness." Zhan Peng tutted his words twice.
"Does the family education have to be so strict? Men can't be watched too closely. Give Aaron some personal space!"
"I don't want to bother arguing with you. When he wakes up, please call me back." Nanxi said and hung up the phone.
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