Her excitement amused Han Zhan.
When Han Zhan was about to reply, his cell phone suddenly rang. He stopped changing his shoes and leaned against the wall to speak on the phone. "It's me." Han Zhan didn't speak out the caller's name.
Song Ci vaguely heard the words "Red Cross Society" and "Du Tingting."
After Han Zhan had hung up, Song Ci asked, "Who was it?"
"My surveillance guys." Han Zhan didn't hide the truth and told Song Ci, "I had someone monitor the Mu Family's movements." He then took off his shoes and put on slippers. His tall, imposing figure brushed past Song Ci into the kitchen.
Song Ci followed behind.
Han Zhan placed a few dried wolfberries into a cup and filled it with boiling water. He handed the drink to Song Ci. "Drink this."
Song Ci held the cup and whined. "It's so hot today. I want to drink something cold."
Han Zhan replied, "No, definitely not over these few days."
"Why…" Song Ci suddenly kept quiet.
