When they left each other in Hawaii, Ayman and I exchanged phone numbers.
We agreed to keep in touch when we had free time.
And today, a month later, he really did call.
I put down my chopsticks.
Pressed the answer button.
"Ayman?" Tang Qing asked.
The next moment, a cheerfully innocent voice came from the other end of the phone, "Haha, yes, Tang ... Qing, good morning." The two words "Tang Qing" were spoken by Ayman in Chinese. Even though his pronunciation was off, he didn't say it incorrectly.
"Good morning, but it's evening where I am," Tang Qing replied, slightly annoyed. Luckily, he didn't call in the morning, otherwise if Tang Qing was busy later and Ayman called again, he'd curse him out.
Ayman paused in surprise. Eventually it dawned on his straightforward mind. He immediately apologized, "Ah? I'm sorry, I'm sorry for disturbing your rest. I'm in New York, USA. I had just finished exercising this morning and forgot that it is now night in Huaxia."
