Chang Xing took out a cell phone and threw it to Connor Wen. Connor Wen took a look and found it was his own cell phone.
"Call Ethan Luo," Chang Xing said, "tell him you're at Room 8801 of Nanfang Hotel and ask him to pick you up at 3 pm."
Connor Wen held the phone tightly: "What do you want to do with him?"
"This is not something you can worry about. Call me." Chang Xing looked at Connor Wen: "I don't want to hit you, but I don't have much patience."
Connor Wen bit his lower lip. Chang Xing's gloomy eyes made him shudder. He was afraid of death and he was also afraid of pain, but he was also afraid that Ethan Luo would encounter something he could not bear because of this phone call. He could not tell which of these pains was more serious. He now really hoped that the car accident would not wake him up.
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