"Zhengguo, are you at home?" A man's somewhat anxious voice came through the phone, "Are you at home? I'm telling you, get up quickly and pack your things, prepare to hide somewhere else!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhengguo was instantly wide awake and sat up on the bed. The call was from a friend he had a good relationship with, someone he worked with in the same place, and they often watched out for each other if anything happened.
"What happened?"... It was only four in the morning, and he didn't know why the friend suddenly called him.
"Zhengguo, listen to me carefully. Now, quickly pack your things and take your wife and daughter to hide somewhere else."
"Why?" Jiang Zhengguo asked, puzzled.
"I don't know who, but someone has found out about that thing with Angel a few years back and handed it secretly to Song Hong. He reported it to his superiors, and it's estimated they'll be at your house by tomorrow morning."
