Once I found it, I reluctantly handed it over to the principal, who wasted no time in dialing Eman's number and give it a call.
Within moments, Eman answered the phone, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Wha- Ahem, Hello, who might this be?"
The principle replied respectfully, "Hello, sir. Your 'son' mentioned that you've changed your number. Is that correct?"
Eman responded with a chuckle, attempting to mimic my father's tone, "Aha, yes, yes, I informed Dionis to tell you. Please use this number to contact me from now on."
"Alright, no problem. Oh, and before I hang up, did you all also move out, or are you still living in Park Svobode 23a?" The principal inquired, testing Eman with a random address.
Eman, unfazed, swiftly corrected the principal, saying, "Are you mocking us? We never lived there; we reside at Monce Road 43b."
