After hanging up the phone with Tie Niu, Lu Tianxing's face showed a faint smile. Although Tie Niu had never spoken words of concern or even asked about his injuries, Lu Tianxing found nothing odd about it. He and Tie Niu were brothers who had been through life and death together, having covered for each other on several occasions to escape danger. For brothers like them, words of concern were unnecessary; knowing that the other had your back was enough.
"What's wrong, who called you?"
Bai Zhiqing looked curiously at Lu Tianxing. He hadn't tried to hide the phone conversation from her, and the voice on the other end was so loud that she couldn't help but hear it.
"It was my brother," Lu Tianxing replied candidly.
"Your brother?"
Bai Zhiqing was startled, "Are you talking about the person who helped us escape from the assassins on the cross-river bridge?"
"Not him, another one. I'll introduce them to you when I get the chance," Lu Tianxing said with a smile.
"Really?"