Ding... The phone rang.
Sitting on the bench, Du Wei looked at the answer button on the screen, his complexion somewhat strange.
He had just sent a text message, and not two minutes later, Alex's call came through.
But he had not figured out how to lie.
Hmm... He was a bit conflicted.
So, he said, "Good morning, Alex."
"Hehe? Good morning? Mr. Du Wei, the first thing you say to me is a greeting? Shouldn't you be telling me where you've gone these past two days?"
"Uh... Just left New York, took a spin, traveled hundreds of kilometers, that sort of thing, nothing else."
"Heh? You think I'd believe that? So where are you now? At your place?"
"No, I'm in the Orlando Area."
Du Wei replied weakly, his voice revealing deep exhaustion.
Lately, he had hardly slept at all, his mind constantly under high stress, and he was close to his limit.
Hearing this, Alex on the other end of the line spoke with a complex tone, "Tell me, are you in trouble? How can I help you?"
