Kong Wei sat back in his chair and reminded her, "Just now, a Lance sent you a WeChat voice message."
Bai Lian looked down, picked up her phone, and walked to the balcony to call Lance back.
On the other end of the phone, Lance, still wearing the dark blue robe Ji Heng made for him, nodded at the welcoming officials and then took out his phone, his Chinese as awkward as ever: "Hi, Bai, I've arrived, I'm going to look for Ni."
Lance had a summit in the middle of the month.
"I'm at school," Bai Lian leaned against the balcony, slowly wiping her hair, "Are you looking for my grandpa?"
"Exactly."
Bai Lian hung up the phone and sent the address of Shanhai Apartment to Lance.
After thinking it over, she also sent a WeChat message to Ji Heng, telling him that Lance would be visiting that evening.
**
Friday.
In the private residential area of Jiangjing, the cemetery.
A shower had just passed, and it was nearly autumn, the sky as if washed clean.
This was a joint tomb.
