237 Third World: Zhao Huangzhi's Brew From Hell

The expectant look in Qie Ranzhe's eyes soon dimmed when he saw Feng Zi ignore his message. Maybe he hadn't heard the notification tone so he sent another but like the first one it was ignored once more. The general felt a little flustered suddenly feeling like this picture was all wrong. Who exactly was pursuing whom here?

Qie Ranzhe tapped Feng Zi's foot under the table successfully grasping the man's attention. Wen Qinxi who had his foot jolted by an electrifying touch turned to look at Qie Ranzhe sensing the General's annoyance. Qie Ranzhe pointed at his phone which Wen Qinxi immediately understood.

In a few taps, he had the message displayed on screen supressing a smile. This was the reason why,

Gen.Q: Where is mine?

Gen.Q: Aren't you pursuing me?