Binhai, Zhang Long anxiously waited at home, unable to sleep.
Yang Fei had told Xu Xingzhou that they were going to the Provincial City for business, and Zhang Long faintly guessed that something big might happen. He was waiting for news.
At two-thirty in the morning, the phone suddenly rang.
Upon seeing the number, Zhang Long immediately breathed a sigh of relief and answered the phone respectfully, "Mr. Yang, are you... back?"
He originally wanted to ask if Yang Fei was alright, but then he thought that such a question might seem to doubt Yang Fei's capabilities, so he changed how he phrased it.
Yang Fei's voice came through, "Hmm, just got off the expressway. Sorry to disturb you this late, but there's something I need to discuss with you and Old Qi."
Zhang Long promptly replied, "Mr. Yang, you're too polite, I always stay up late anyway. Would you like to meet my master? In that case, may I give you a location where I'll be waiting for you?"
"Alright."
