"Ah? Secretary Uncle, I'm here."
"What I'm asking you is, when your uncle calls later, should I directly give him your phone number?"
"Please don't." Chiang Xiao replied somewhat brusquely, but then remembered the caller was Secretary Yao, not Deng Qingjiang, and softened her tone. "Sorry, Secretary Uncle, please don't give them our phone number for now. We've had some unpleasantness with Deng Qingjiang. You can tell them I've gone to high school in the county town. Grandpa and Grandma moved with me, and we're renting a place here. We occasionally go back to the village—that should suffice."
"Is that so? You've had a falling out? Okay, I'll tell him that for now. How about I ask him to leave a phone number, and tell him you'll call back when you can?"
"That would be fine."
Chiang Xiao wanted to scoff.
She knew Deng Qingjiang.
