"Number seventy-one?"
The man was stunned for a moment.
Out of the blue.
Why did Tang Qing mention a number?
Number seventy-one!
Such a familiar number, it seemed as if he had heard it somewhere before, seventy-one, seventy-one, seventy... He seemed to recall something, but then, the very guess almost made him jump out of his skin.
Number seventy-one.
Wasn't that the house number of the civil residence where they were?
Keep in mind,
he had dialed from Thailand using a VoIP connection, and from the number alone, Tang Qing would only see a domestic number from Beijing; it was impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
"Number seventy-one? I don't know what you mean."
After coming up with countless reasons,
he finally convinced himself.
It was a coincidence.
Right.
It must be a coincidence.
Upon hearing this,
Tang Qing chuckled.
"Do you really not know? However, I think you should."
"Why should I know?"
The man's heart skipped a beat.
"Intuition."
"..."