"Why would I lie to you? Don't you want to go home and would rather stay here with me?"
Gao Xuan, who had cultivated as an immortal for thousands of years, returned to the human world, and he quite liked this ordinary feeling.
Li Xiaoyu, just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, was no match for Gao Xuan.
After a few words, she obediently handed over Li Zhennan's contact number.
Gao Xuan found a communication device on the dead man, a very old-fashioned keypad phone. It weighed over two hundred grams, made of black plastic.
Just by looking at the communication device, Gao Xuan could tell that there was a significant technological gap in this era.
After connecting to Li Zhennan's communication device, Gao Xuan politely greeted, "Hello, Mr. Li."
The person on the other end was silent for a moment before asking, "Who are you?"
Gao Xuan handed the device to Li Xiaoyu, saying, "Your dad's voice is quite magnetic. You say a few words to him."
