Meng Xingzhi's office was off-limits from morning until noon; no one dared to enter. The usually good-tempered man had been reading the newspaper for a solid hour, poring over the same few lines countless times.
Finally, he put down the newspaper and made a call to Su Jiang.
"Hello, I am Su Jiang!"
"I am Meng Xingzhi!"
"I know!" Su Jiang laughed a few times over the phone, "I can recognize your voice."
"If you know, then why are you introducing yourself? Do you think I can't recognize your voice?" Meng Xingzhi said irritably. They had known each other for many years, both friends and relatives, there was no need for such formalities.
"You're wrong!" Su Jiang corrected sternly, "I'm not introducing myself because I'm afraid you won't recognize me, I'm telling you that I am Su Jiang."
