Sitting in the car, Zhang Yang tried contacting Zhang Tie three times in a row, but there was no response from Zhang Tie's end. Zhang Yang's heart sank slightly.
But at this moment, Zhang Yang did not think that Zhang Tie might have encountered any danger. One reason was Zhang Tie's immense reputation. Aside from a handful of people, most knew nothing of Zhang Tie's current condition. As Zhang Tie himself put it, other than Saints of the Devil Race, ordinary people would not dare come looking for trouble with him. Besides, Zhang Tie was in Golden Light City, on Huaiyuan Hall's turf, so he should not have run into any trouble. Another reason was that in the past, when he and Zhang Tie communicated through their remote-sensing communication rings, various circumstances often prevented him from reaching Zhang Tie. More often than not, Zhang Tie had been the one to contact him. So Zhang Yang did not make the worst assumption.
Zhang Yang even privately guessed that perhaps Zhang Tie had met with his senior sisters this time, downed a few cups of wine, and found himself alone with several women. As they reminisced about old times, his senior sisters might have gazed at him with deep affection, and perhaps some sparks had accidentally flown again. So Zhang Tie was "busy" and had no time to answer him.
As Zhang Tie's elder brother, there were probably few people in the world who understood Zhang Tie better than Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang knew that Zhang Tie was tenderhearted and sentimental, and Zhang Tie's appeal to women at this point was simply fatal. And as a man himself, Zhang Yang understood men's faults. If a man really encountered such a situation and the feeling struck, who knew whether his head might grow