"Changed your phone contact, huh?"
Accountant Jia asked with a somber face, ever since the day the police came to his door, he had always had a bad premonition.
It was the kind of stress response an animal has when exposed to a dangerous environment.
"We did contact him, Boss Jia, but we were still blocked," someone replied.
Accountant Jia fell silent.
People's actions usually have motives, and even if Ai Guobei were biting himself, perhaps for reputation's sake, it wouldn't make sense to keep blocking them repeatedly.
Something about this was odd.
Taking a deep breath and rubbing his face with both hands, Accountant Jia said,
"Try contacting him one more time, I'll personally take over, just read out the number to me."
In the study, the phone rang, and Accountant Jia watched the screen nervously as he swallowed hard.
"Hello, who's this?"
The voice of a mad dog came through, and Accountant Jia squeezed out a smile, exchanging greetings.
"Brother Ai, it's me, Elder Jia."