In a whirlwind of determination and nervous energy, Wang Xiaoying, her resolve firm, finally yielded.
She hastily punched in her grandfather's phone number, encircled by a crowd eager for the unfolding drama—everyone, that is, except Zhang Wei, who enjoyed the spectacle with a detached air.
Amidst the gathering anticipation, Wang Liang, with a carefree spirit, sat in his favorite lawn chair, gently rocking back and forth.
It was then that the stillness of the evening was shattered by the insistent buzzing of his phone.
"Sir, it's little miss," the bodyguard informed, interrupting the tranquil dusk.
Wang Liang straightened instantly, his furrowed brow softening into a more paternal expression.
Swiftly, he seized the phone and spoke, concern lacing his words, "Xiao Ying, is that you? Calling your grandfather at this hour. Is everything alright?"
