Chandler? Chen Yan laughed. That's the name on the fake ID he bought in New York.
Of course, when renting the apartment from Uncle Wu, he also used the name on this fake ID.
This phone number is also the one he left with the landlord, Uncle Wu, when renting.
"It's me, is that Angie? What's the matter?" Chen Yan asked in a calm tone.
"..." After a second of silence on Angie's side, she suddenly burst into tears, crying uncontrollably.
Chen Yan was somewhat impatient, subconsciously pinching the phone with his fingers, but he said nothing.
"Dad, Dad is injured, seriously injured! Can you help me?"
Chen Yan said nothing.
Angie continued sobbing, crying: "Dad suddenly came back from outside, he's very badly hurt, he's lost so much blood, and I can tell it seems to be a gunshot wound.
Dad has already passed out. Before he fainted, he warned me not to call the police.
His last words were to find you, to seek your help..."
Honestly, Chen Yan didn't really want to help.
