Chen Lao had a smug look on his face as he sat waiting for Wu Chunlei the next day. When Wu Chunlei finally arrived, his impatience was palpable, and he urged, "Just say it; don't keep me waiting. I've been waiting for a week."
With a knowing smile, Chen Lao delivered the long-awaited news, "I've seen his face. He is really here."
Wu Chunlei leaned in with anticipation, "His address?"
Chen Lao's expression turned somber, and he confessed, "I couldn't reach that far."
Wu Chunlei's frustration flared as he demanded, "So how do we find him if we don't have his address?"
Chen Lao, ever the enigmatic figure, counseled patience, saying, "Patience, my friend. You've already waited for many lifetimes; waiting a bit longer won't hurt."
Annoyed by the response, Wu Chunlei decided to take matters into his own hands, asserting, "I'm going back. You stay here. Call me when you find his address; I need something to work with."
