The slight commotion caused by the two of them just moments ago drew inquisitive gazes from other customers in the café.
Zhang Yiheng scanned his surroundings cautiously. Only after ensuring no one was paying him any further attention did he quietly produce his phone and expertly tap out a string of numbers on the screen.
After two rings, a man’s voice, slightly sharp in tone, came through the receiver: "Hello? Brother Heng? What’s up?"
Chapter 272