Chapter 6013 Don’t You Think Zhao Bo Is a Little Weird These Past Two Days?

The masseter muscles on his cheeks were bulging. He stared at the other person and hung up the phone as he took the phone away.

According to their previous tacit understanding, a phone number can only be called once. If you call it again, the number should have been canceled.

Zhao Qiming suppressed the surging emotions and received another call from his wife.

"How many times have I told you not to call me during my working hours? Just now I was clearly on the phone, but you kept calling me." He threw away the negative emotions that had nowhere to vent. On the wife who called.

His wife was inexplicably beaten and said, feeling extremely aggrieved: "...I can only call you at this time. What can I do? You need to say this to me."

Zhao Qiming rubbed his temples and suppressed his anger and said, "Okay, what do you want from me?"

His wife asked cautiously: "When can you get that micro... micro what... micro kernel to save Yaozu."

"Didn't I tell you?" Zhao Qiming became irritable again under the huge psychological pressure: "...I always feel that things happened by chance. If it is a trap, I will be doomed."

His wife cried again.

"If you don't do it, my son will be finished!"

"..."

"Just now, I just received a call from my parents from overseas, saying that there is a group of gangsters wandering around the house. Every time Dad goes out to ask them, they just walk away. One of them directly told Dad that their boss They want money. If their parents can’t come up with the money, they will rush to the house to look for money. If they can’t find the money, they will... chop off one of Yaozu’s ears! "

"Ugh, I can't help it...I am living in torment every minute and every second now. Whenever I think about my son still being in the hands of a bunch of vicious gangsters, I feel like I am in hell. You are going to live in hell every day. You're worried about this and that, but aren't you afraid that your son will have his ears chopped off and his hands and feet cut off? What if there are guns out there and they can't get the money to kill someone?"

Zhao Qiming was so noisy that even though he knew what she said was just speculation, his eyelids jumped in annoyance and he stopped her.

"Okay. You said the same thing yesterday. How many times do you have to say the same thing?"

"As long as you are willing to save your son!"

"Shrew." Zhao Qiming cursed angrily and hung up the phone. Not wanting to be disturbed again, he was notified that there was an incoming call.

Before Zhao Qiming went back, he even turned off his cell phone and handed it back to the storage area with a cold face and didn't want to say a word.

The staff at the Property Management Office were familiar with him and jokingly said, "Zhao Bo, why is your phone turned off?"

Zhao Qiming forced a smile and explained: "...The phone is out of battery. I want to save some battery for navigation when I get off work."

"I thought I was afraid that my sister-in-law would look for you." The other party made a joke.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

"She just had nothing to do at home. She caught a cold recently, so she kept calling me and asking me to accompany her to the hospital." Zhao Qiming hurried away with a guilty conscience.

When passing by Song Lingdong, Song Lingdong raised his hand to greet him: "Zhao Bo."

"Well, I have to leave first." Zhao Qiming hurriedly said goodbye to the group of them, and quickly passed by.

Zheng Shihan couldn't hold it back this time, and said to her friends with doubts: "Do you think Zhao Bo seems not quite right these past two days?"