Chapter 72

On this end of the line, the man seemed not to hear Tyson's words, his index finger, meticulously caressing the rough scar, suddenly, he made a strange movement, placing his entire hand on it, covering the scar.

Looking at his hand seriously, not knowing what he was researching.

Still talking to Tyson on the phone, Tyson did not hear any movement on the phone, the other end of the line, was really quiet, so quiet that it seemed that the owner of the phone had forgotten to hang up.

But, Tyson did not take the initiative to hang up, he took a cigarette from the bedside table, and lit it, the smell of nicotine wafted, at this time, the man on the other end of the line, suddenly said strangely: “Longer than my hand.”

“What?” Tyson was stunned, but immediately, he still reacted, “Oh, you mean the wound on her waist?” After all, they had been good friends for so many years, just like that, he could guess the meaning of Milan’s words.

“Longer than your hand?” Tyson took a deep breath, then e