After Zhou Ruiyang came out of the station, he was a little confused by the dazzling sunlight.
He smoked half a cigarette while sitting on the edge of the road.
In addition to the phone numbers of my parents, I no longer care about them in my mind.
The only thing he could remember was a phone number that Shen Letong forced him to remember many years ago.
Zhou Ruiyang threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it hard.
I snatched the change from a child and dialed the number at a public phone booth.
Toot...
Got it.