About thirty minutes later, when it was nearly 11:30 P.M., Zhang Ye’s phone suddenly sounded. Heavenly Queen Zhang had replied with a short message.
It wrote: “I really have something I need you for. Tomorrow, come over and give me a hand. In a while, I’ll let my manager contact you. That’s all.”
Zhang Ye replied, “Alright, but what is it? At least tell me first.”
The Heavenly Queen no longer responded. It made Zhang Ye at a loss of whether to laugh or to cry. Can your personality be any worse? Will replying kill you?