Last night, he did not return home. Today, still no return.
Sitting on the couch, waiting for him.
She waited until five o'clock, yet there was no sign of his return.
She thought about making a call to ask.
So, she hurried to the thirty-third floor, prepared the meal, and by then it was five fifty. After waiting another half an hour, Gong Heng still hadn't returned.
The cell phone was gripped tightly in her hand.
Then, for the sake of the five hundred dollars for her dinner, she had to make that call!
The call was answered shortly after it rang, his cool voice came through, seemingly laced with a restrained humor, as if he were in a good mood.
"What's up?"
"Well... I've made dinner, and if you're not eating, does that mean I won't get my five hundred?"
From the other end came his low chuckle, "I won't be eating dinner, but since you've already made it, you'll still get your five hundred."
Then, a woman's weaker voice came from the other side, "Is that Mianmian?"
