Chu Weixu thought of it thoughtfully. Still, before he could make up his mind, his cell phone suddenly buzzed on the bedside table. Reaching out for his cell phone, he then pressed the green button on the screen to answer, "Hello?"
"Weixu, you know that we have an appointment this noon, right?" a man's voice sounded serious as he asked.
Chu Weixu, "...."
"It's almost one o'clock. Don't forget to meet me at the usual place. I want to talk to you about something. Don't be late," the man sounded grumbled, "You even need to be reminded just for something like this, dammit."
Sighing, Chu Weixu replied in a languid voice, "Mr. Luo, but I have to look after someone this noon. He has a fever, though. Is there no other choice? What about tomorrow?"
"Huh?! How dare you negotiate like that!" the man on the phone shouted in annoyance.
"But I ...."
"Who?! Your girl?!"
Chu Weixu, "...."
