After exchanging contact information, Ling Feng turned and went downstairs, only to find that Old Fu had already left the backyard.
He was about to leave on his tricycle when someone from the back kitchen suddenly ran out and shouted, "Mr. Ling, don't go yet!"
Ling Feng hit the brakes and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"
"Ms. Mo said she couldn't get through to your phone and had me look for you. Lucky you haven't left!" said the chef.
"How could that be?" Ling Feng took out his phone and saw that there indeed was no signal—probably because he was behind on his payments.
"What does Ms. Mo want with me?"
"She didn't say. You can ask her over the phone!" The chef handed over his phone.
Ling Feng took it and dialed Mo Jiaolan's number. The phone rang once and was immediately answered.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end sounded weak and lethargic. Ling Feng was taken aback and quickly asked, "What's wrong, Ms. Mo? You're not sick, are you?"
