Liu Zhizhong also looked through the gaps in the woods at Zhao Yan's villa.
The villa's gate was tightly closed, Zhao Yan's car was parked in its spot, all alone.
The villa's front door was also shut tight, and the windows upstairs were all closed.
It was conceivable that Zhao Yan was upstairs, in her room, in the air-conditioned environment, which was much better than standing on the balcony in the hot weather.
Not knowing what she was doing on the phone, Liu Zhizhong glanced at the villa and answered the call.
"Honey, happy weekend, what's going on?"
Liu Zhizhong's voice was calm and magnetic.
"I'm not good, what's going on with you? What's really going on with you?"
Zhao Yan's voice was icy, with quite a bit of anger.
Liu Zhizhong's heart skipped a beat. What's this about? Ate some explosives?
He, of course, acted as if nothing was wrong, "What's going on with me? Nothing's up! I'm just watching people fish by the river, relaxing a bit, spending some time alone!"
