Before his impatience could mount, Zhang Ziwen's phone rang. The swift response was commendable. Thrilled at the promptness of Hai Dafu's reply, Zhang Ziwen received the call.
"Damn, get out here quickly. I can't get in, the cops won't let me." The irritation in Hai Dafu's voice was palpable over the phone.
Zhang Ziwen ended the call and told Song Lin to wait a moment while he went out to usher in his friend. Song Lin nodded, her gaze following him, urging him to return as soon as possible. This, coupled with her look of expectation sent shivers down his spine, instilling in him a strong sense of responsibility. He flashed a reassuring smile, promising to return promptly.
Zhang Ziwen had the absurd feeling that he was becoming more and more like her housekeeper. Despite being baffled at the strange feeling, he found himself eagerly wanting to take care of Song Lin even more. "Being her super male nanny isn't a bad idea," Zhang Ziwen thought, comforting himself.
