Nan Mufeng pursed his lips, stood up, quietly left the lounge, and called Pei Di.
...
At the Hongsheng Grand Hotel, Pei Di was packing luggage when he saw a string of unfamiliar numbers flashing on his phone and didn't dare to answer.
Mr. Han came over and asked, "Xiao Di, why aren't you answering the phone?"
"This number is unfamiliar," Pei Di said.
Mr. Han glanced at it and recognized it as Nan Mufeng's number.
Why would Nan Mufeng call Pei Di?
"This is Nan Mufeng's phone number, answer it quickly," Mr. Han said.
Pei Di was shocked: "He... he... he... why is he calling me?"
"Stop dawdling, answer it now."
"Oh!"
Pei Di pressed the speakerphone button: "Hello?"
"Pei Di, I'm looking for Mr. Han." Nan Mufeng's deep voice came through.
Compared to Pei Di's trembling voice, Nan Mufeng's voice was truly powerful.
Mr. Han immediately snatched the phone and turned off the speakerphone: "You were looking for me?"
