The conversation ended quickly. Gu Mian had no idea what Zhao Guanhai did the next day.
The next part of the conversation came through the phone. It was still Zhao Guanhai's voice, but it seemed some time had passed since the last exchange.
"My son has been away at school for a year now. SIGH... I gave him my cell phone and got a broken one that Old Man Liu wasn't using, but he hardly ever contacts me. It feels like such a waste to have this phone plan; it deducts money every month..."
Then, a familiar voice came through the speaker—it was the young man from before, though his voice was somewhat hoarse this time.
"You're saying you got a phone plan, and you're upset about the monthly fees, all just to wait for your college-bound son to call you? Why don't you call him?"
"I have, but every time I call him, he seems quite impatient. He hangs up after just a few words."
"Did you tell him about your manual labor job?"
