Zhao Wenhao had always kept this promise, never divulging a single piece of information.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Shumin tossed the cellphone aside, buried her head between her knees, her body trembling uncontrollably, and the sound of her sobs echoed in the silent living room.
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Three hours later, just under a hundred meters from the Fenglan City Police Station, Zhang Beixing, wearing a hoodie on top, jeans on the bottom, ordinary canvas shoes on his feet, with hands in pockets and hiding under the hoodie, stared intently at the police station through thick sunglasses.
He had returned to Fenglan City and once again used his usual tricks, purchasing his return ticket using Zhao Wenhao's identity information.
Before coming back, he made a small disguise and smoothly passed the checkpoint to board the flight to Fenglan City.
