The voice from the microphone was extremely loud. Zhou Zhi quickly moved the microphone away from his ear and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"It turns out it wasn't your dad you were following that day?! Your little sixth sister gave me that scratch..."

"When did I say that was my dad?" Zhou Zhi was confused.

"If it's not your father, why are you trying to catch him?" Zhou Zhi could already picture Zhu Dazhang spitting wildly on the other end.

"It's none of your business!" At this time, he had to suppress the tobacco tycoon's momentum, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, which would inevitably lead to him losing some of his advantage: "If you continue to make trouble, you'll be gone!"

"Ben'er? What book?" Zhu Dazhang suddenly thought of something and turned off the engine. His voice became cautious and hesitant, worried and worried about gains and losses: "Elbow... Gudu... then... Ben'er... Hukou Ben'er ?”

The singing of a model opera came from downstairs. The dormitory building of Zhou Zhi's house is U-shaped. Mr. Yu's courtyard is a broadcasting station, otherwise the sound insulation would not be heard clearly in the whole building. The sound insulation is very poor.

So I could only whisper furtively: "Yes, I got the household registration book."

"Oh, my brother! Wait, I'll leave immediately!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

——————

Thank you all for your votes and tips! Keep asking for votes, collections, and tips! Now it ranks 69 on the urban new book list. The promotion reform of Qidian’s new book issue is too unfavorable for slow-burning writers like Lao Zhou. It all depends on everyone’s help.
Chapter completed!