C343 In Terms of the Selfcultivation of a Spy

The phone connected, and Zhang Tiancheng tentatively asked a question, but after several minutes, there was still no response from Qin Lin. Zhang Tiancheng's brow furrowed. "Old Qin, Old Qin, what's happening? Why the silence? Is it a bad signal? Never mind, I'll hang up and try calling you again..."

"Don't, don't, don't..."

Finally, Qin Lin spoke up. "Zhang, please don't hang up